Chapter 7 #2
And then he sees it. The chain around my neck and the ring at the end. The elegant gold band is easily worth thirty grand with the amount of diamonds and sapphires rimming the band.
His gaze lifts from the ring to find mine. Hurt and love stare back at me. How he lives with that mixture for the world to see, I don't know. It’s a skill set for sure.
A moment of silence passes between us. This is about what I did to us and how it can be fixed. I know it is, but I honestly don’t know what else to say to fill the void.
Phantom takes a step into the large bathroom and comes up behind me. He starts working on releasing my hair from its mangled braid.
“I loved you back then, Everly. I gave you my heart and you still feared your father more than you trusted me.”
I want to dredge up fits of fight and wrangle my sass back from the sidelines, but it’s not happening. Not only because what he says is the truth. But after twenty-four hours of pure adrenaline cranking through my bloodstream, I’m washed out. Water rims my eyes.
“Loved,” I ask hesitantly.
Phantom’s nostrils flare and his gaze meets mine in the mirror with the force of a blazing inferno.
“And now,” I bravely ask.
“And I still love you despite trying to erase you from my heart and memories. I learned how to be patient.”
He whispers those words softly against my ear.
My body shudders. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to die.
I watch through the mirror as strong fingers find the zipper to my outfit and it’s in a puddle at my feet in less than three seconds.
It took me much longer to squeeze my curves into the thing, but I’m glad it doesn’t take as long to discard.
I don’t want anything to be in the way when I ask him, “Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, Phantom?”
Every inch of my body is suddenly beyond exhausted and yet I hold my chin high and wait for the answer.
Over my shoulder, Phantom drinks in my fully nude body and he slowly wraps an arm around me just below my ample breasts. His dark hair hangs over a section of his forehead and gives him a softer look. He’s a good foot taller than me in those biker boots.
Standing like this I fit directly beneath his chin. Remnants of his morning aftershave linger through the smell of smoke and I draw in the masculine scent.
“There’s nothing to forgive. I came to understand I was a plaything to anger daddy for a while and when it got too serious, you bailed.” His voice hardens with what he considers the truth. Reality takes hold and I realize I have a big misunderstanding to straighten out.
I slowly turn in his arms and take either side of his face in my palms. I look him dead in the eye and make sure his heart is connected to mine through our touch, our shared warmth and the pure love I send out to him.
“You were never a plaything to me. I love you more than myself. I always have. From day one. I am proof love at first sight is real. I knew the day you found me on the side of the road with a flat tire you would always be my hero.”
“Always?” He slowly flowers his forehead to mine and we breathe each other's essence in.
“Always. I was incredibly lucky you found me that night and not some pot-bellied trucker. Hear me when I say I left to protect you and our baby.”
“I know that now. But back then you didn’t even include me. No note. No, this can’t happen now. Nothing. You simply vanished.”
He rises to his full height. Using his ring finger, he runs the tip under the silver chain around my neck until he comes to the ring hanging on the end
“Please understand that I never said I made the right decision, I simply made the one decision I felt protected my baby and you.”
“You underestimate the reach and power my father has.”
“I can say the same for you toward me and my crew.”
“If my father found out it was a Savage in my bed, imagine what he would have done. If he had no problem killing his own son, do you think for one second he would have a problem killing me and then you? He knows what you and your crew stand for. You are the very enemy he wants out of his way. It’s as true then as it is now.
I should have never helped my brother. I’ve painted the bullseye on my back. ”
“You don't need to run. You don’t need to be scared. You failed three years ago to see the force we have. Don’t repeat it. I am not letting you out of my life again. And now that I have met Kaylee, don’t take her from me. Let me in, let me protect you.”
He lifts me to sit on the sink and steps between my legs. His lips find mine and all the unspoken words fade away. It’s just me and him at this moment.
“Let me show you how much I love you, baby. Give yourself to me.”
Phantom is feared in the streets between this small parish and New Orleans. Maybe even beyond. I know of the stories buried in his past. And the bodies. He was not lying when he told me tonight he put three more in the frozen ground.
But right now, he’s gentle with me. For me. Don’t get me wrong, this man knows how to get rough, but I sense he needs to remember right now and I can do that for him.
“Yes,” I whimper softly moaning when he kisses my jaw. It’s tender and caring.
He slips from his clothes, tossing everything to the side. He’s back between my legs and slipping his hands under my ass one second. Next we are in the large shower with hot spray warming our skin.
Steam rolls up the walls, cocooning us inside our own little world. He lowers me until I can stand.
He grabs the soap and starts working up a lather. He washes my foot, working his way up my leg with those divinely callused fingers only to stop at the apex of my thigh. A shiver works over me, but he acts like he doesn’t see how puckered my pierced nipples or how swollen my clit is becoming.
He wants to play with the jewels in the hard tips, but he’s holding back.
He moves to the next foot and repeats his torture only to do the same thing when he gets close to where I really want his touch.
He moves tot he next foot and repeats his torture only to do the same thing when he gets close to where I really want his touch.
I let out a huff only to get a warm chuckle.
“Patience, Everly. Patience. I know what you need.”
I whimper as he glides to his feet and turns me around. “Hands on the wall, beautiful.”
He continues to wash the round globes of my ass, the dips of my waist and all the way up to the tips of my finger.
And then he pulls my back to his front. The heat of his arousal is glorious as it presses into the crease of my ass. I hungrily moan with a need to have him right now.
“Phantom,” I gasp quietly.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs softly next to my ear. The shiver of excitement that works through me, sends a shot of electricity to my nerve endings.
I breathe out slow and steady, fighting the need to turn around and beg him to take me already.
He wraps his arm around me and places his soapy palms over my aching breasts.
With circular motions, he caresses me until I'm moaning and arching into his touch.
He expertly takes the weight of my breasts in his hands and this time his fingers find the hard tips.
He pinches and pulls with just the right force to have me moaning for him.
“Phantom, please.”
My hand slides down to join his and together we tease my nipples. I grind my ass against his cock, wanting–no I need–the warmth and fullness only he can give me.
“I need you, Phantom. Now and forever. I always have.” Truth pours out of me and I have no desire to hold it back.
He turns me around and gives me a look of pure, raw, soul-scorching lust.
His hands roam over the dip of my abdomen and he finally caresses a rough thumb through the folds of my pussy. He spreads me wide, stroking and teasing me as he washes every part of my body.
He takes his time tending to my hair despite all my begging for him to hurry. He’s got a point to prove, and he is making sure I understand it. He will do what it takes to care for me, no matter what it takes.
When he’s done, he quickly washes himself. “Stay right there. Don’t move a muscle. When I’m done, I have a lot of time to catch up on, and I’m not letting you go until I’m fully sated.”
My smile is instant. “And when will that be?”
“Never. I’ll never be done with you. I’m never letting you go. Not again.”
The whole time the hunger in his eyes blazes through to my soul.
I step out of the shower and go for the towel. Tormenting him just a bit doesn’t seem nice, but I know when he gets his hands on me the pay-off will be delicious.
“What did I say, woman?”
His voice is hard with the same surge of lust and desire that warms my insides with an unquenchable thirst for his touch.
Three strides, he’s on me, dripping wet and not caring about the mess we are making. Large hands slide beneath my arms and I’m in his grasp, held securely against him. Fire swirls in those gray depths. Storms meant to kill weaker humans lure me closer.
I wrap my arms around his neck and then my legs around his waist. He takes my weight with ease. His body heat sends a foray of warmth through my chilled body from when I stepped out of the steaming shower.
“Who put those in you?” A possessive glint flashes across Phantom’s expression before morphing into carnal hunger for me.
He dips his head and I lean back to give him access to see the jewelry adorning my nipples—a gold bar in each with sapphires on either side to match the ones in my engagement ring.
I bury my hands in his hair and his gaze rediscovers mine.
With it, he brings a powerful sense of belonging.
I’m where I want to be. Where I’m needed.
I play with the soft strands of his hair, lightly running my fingers through the damp thickness. It’s long enough to curl around the collar of his shirts when he’s dressed and decadently soft between my fingers right now.
“I had them done all the while thinking of you.”
“For me?” he asks and then his lips take mine.
“I dreamed of being back in your arms one day, so yes.”
Sensations flood my veins and every red blood cell in my body turns into molten lava. He swears something under his breath when he breaks away that sounds pained. The pained look on his face spills a story’s worth of emotion between us.
“What, Phantom?” I ask breathlessly.
“I wish I could have been there to see you get the same stone in your nipples as the ones I slipped on your fingers.”
Again his eyes dip to the ring on the chain.
I reach for a bar and tweak it a little, drawing his eyes. The pain and pleasure shooting through me come in just the right amounts.
“I have other areas I’ve been thinking about getting bejeweled,” I offer in a sultry moan.
“Fuck, Everly. You’re going to kill me so damn sweetly.”
Warm lips wrap around my left nipple and Phantom does wicked things with his tongue.
Spikes of torturous pleasure crash over me.
It drags me under before I can gather enough sense to kick my way back to the surface.
He moves to the next and repeats those same moves, laving, sucking, and biting until I’m panting.
Between my thighs, his thick arousal presses against my core. “I’ve dreamed of having you again.” My breath catches as his body jerks between my thighs as though my words stir that same feeling inside him.
“I want to watch as you take me. I want to see your cock spread me wide, press into me while my body burns with uncontrollable pleasure, Phantom.”
He takes my hair in hand and tilts my head up until I have no option but to look him in the eye.
“Tell me how much you want my cock, Everly. Let me hear you say the words again. Fill my heart with all the love you have for me and I’ll give you the world.”
I slowly move down his body and ease to my knees. I kiss my way down his body. I trail farther down until it’s his thick shaft I’m kissing.
Precum drips from the head. Wrapping my fingers around his throbbing cock, I work him from the base all the way to the swollen head. More precum drips from the slit and I lean forward, licking him clean.
He groans, the hand in my hair tightening. His head is down, eyes closed. “You’re made of too much good and light, baby. That mouth of yours has always felt like an angel’s.”
My nails bite into the flesh of his thighs. He wraps his fingers over mine and together we grip his tortured flesh. Hard as steel yet silky smooth. Our hands glide up his hard length and I lick the precum from the tip.
I drag my lips over the bulbous tip, twirling my tongue over the crest. He sucks in a deep breath and groans through a harsh exhale.
Using both hands now he holds me in place by my hair. He backtracks and I hollow out my cheeks, dragging him back in, making him growl and shudder. The amount of power that surges through me in this second is all-consuming. The mighty, unmoving Phantom quivering for me.
Fuck. Yes!
He holds my head steady, pumping in and out. “Open. Wider. That’s it. You’re going to take more of me inside your hot mouth.”
Holding my gaze, he feeds me his throbbing cock. Inch by inch I swallow him, my lips stretching to fit over his girth. My teeth rake over the tender flesh forcing his fingers to grip my hair.
“Mmm,” I moan, my lashes falling briefly to play over my cheeks.
I let the weight of his cock slip from my lips and drag my eyes up his muscular body.
Wearing a wicked smile I tease and push to my feet. I start to move toward the bedroom when I say, “Now that I’ve shown you my angel side, let me show you a bit more of the devil inside me.”
His growl sends goosebumps over my entire body.
“Is that so?”