Chapter 56
brIELLE
Three Months Later
“Get your beautiful ass out of bed!” Emris shouts from the bathroom, and the sound of the water running hits my ears. I smile as I stretch, light shining through the curtains.
“Brielle, we’re going to be late if you don’t get up.” Emris’s large frame comes into view, wearing only his boxers. His abs are on display, and I bring my hand up, reaching for him. He comes willingly, settling down next to me on the bed in our room.
Soft lips press to mine and warmth fills my chest. When Emris deepens the kiss, I pull back just enough to speak.
“I have morning breath.” I push at his shoulder, but he doesn’t budge.
He leans in again and kisses me like he never heard my words at all.
His tongue slips against mine until the moan I let out makes him pull back.
A knowing smirk curves his mouth as he rises from the bed.
“Emrissssss,” I whine, throwing myself back on the bed.
“Nope! Get your ass up! We are going to see your mom, then back to the hotel to meet Archer and Kill. They have a meeting with two men they might be bringing to the team, which means we can’t be late for ours.
” He lowers his boxers before disappearing through the bathroom door, and that’s enough to get me out of bed.
I strip out of my clothes as I enter the bathroom. My eyes land on Emris behind the glass shower door, and I have to press my thighs together.
He’s a masterpiece.
As his hands move through his hair, I imagine how much I desperately need him.
I step in behind him, and my hands automatically go to his chest and roam downward over his tattoos until I find his cock already hard and ready.
Emris doesn’t say anything as I move around to his front.
His hand is against the wall behind me as he leans over me, eyes dark as they roam my naked body.
I press my lips to his chest since I can’t reach his neck, peppering kisses as I lower myself until I’m on my knees. He looks like a dark god from down here.
Bringing my mouth to the tip of his dick, I lick the tip.
Only the tip.
Emris hisses as he moves one hand to the back of my head.
After getting away from Peter, I was afraid of my own body. Afraid of what I might remember. I told myself that intimacy was something I’d lost. Maybe for a long time. Maybe forever. And some nights that thought felt heavier than the bruises ever had.
But with Emris, it’s different. Not easy or simple, but different in a way that feels like stitches pulling the thread back together again. Sometimes taking control feels good. Like it’s necessary. Each choice I make is a reminder that my body answers to me again. In every way possible.
And sometimes I let him take the control away from me—not because I don’t have it, but because I choose to give it.
Because he needs that surrender as much as I need the strength.
What makes this possible and safe is knowing that one word would stop everything, and even when I let myself feel powerless, I never am. The control will always be mine.
That knowledge doesn’t erase what happened, and it doesn’t fix me, but it lets me breathe again.
As I take more of him in my mouth, he hits the back of my throat, but he’s holding back as he usually does until I tell him otherwise.
“Use me,” I tell him when I pull back, pleading with my eyes so he knows I’m serious.
“Are you sure?” he checks in, his fingers in his hair grounding me to this moment.
“Yes. This is what I want.” I nod and squeeze his thigh.
The hand in my hair tightens, and he shoves me impossibly farther on his cock. I gag, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, not even when the water covers my face and takes away any chance of breathing.
“Yeah, fucking take my cock, baby,” Emris grunts out. It sounds like he’s already on the verge of coming, but he holds back, slowing his thrusts.
Saliva runs down my chin, tears mixing with the water as my chest heaves for air.
When Emris notices I can’t breathe, he pulls out. “Open,” he demands. When I stick my tongue out, he spits in my mouth. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He shoves his fingers down my throat until I gag, but he doesn’t stop, he just thrusts them in harder until I’m a mess on the shower floor.
The ache between my legs intensifies, so I bring my fingers to my clit, needing some kind of release, but Emris stops me.
“Don’t you touch that pussy. How dare you try to take your orgasms from me? Those are mine and mine only. You understand me?” he asks, staring down at me as he waits for me to respond.
“Yes.” My voice comes out a lot breathier, but I forget about everything else when Emris picks me up from the floor. “Wrap your legs around me.” He lines himself up with my opening and thrusts deep inside me.
“Fuck, Em. Don’t stop!” I shout, feeling like at any moment I’m going to explode. He hits all the right places inside me until I can’t hold back. He fucks me until I sag against him and, seconds later, he comes with a roar, filling me with his release.
Emris sets me on my feet, and we take a second to catch our breath before he washes my hair and body.
“I’m so lucky you’re mine,” he tells me, before kissing me once more, before wrapping me in a white, fluffy towel.
I’ll spend the rest of my life loving this man, until death takes us both, and even then.