Chapter Forty-One
Sabrina
New Year’s Eve
I sit at my vanity, put down my powder brush, and look at myself. The slates of gray in my eyes that are winged into points sharper than my stilettos, my lips, my hair. After shooting David, it’s routine now to simply… check. Check and see if I look as different as I feel.
Nothing about me is the same again, except it is. Still blonde. Still green-eyed. Still… here. Damon says I’ll get used to this new normal of mine. I feel different because of everything I have faced. I’m still the same person with new trauma. I am made up of bruises over once-fractured bones.
I get up and go to the walk-in, letting my robe drop.
I picked my dress out earlier today. It’s vintage.
A sleeveless, baby pink satin mermaid-style dress with a sweetheart neckline and a bow in the center.
There’s a slit from my upper thigh down to the ground.
I’ve paired it with black satin gloves and black heels that strap around my ankle twice.
Tonight is the annual charity at Eden, it’s also Fight Night.
Maksim’s been at the club all day. Parker is currently showering, and I’m standing naked in my closet, staring at the dress.
With a sigh, I take the dress off the hanger and put it on, zipping myself up.
I go to the other section in here and pluck out tonight’s choice of shoes, then go to the bed and sit. I bend forward and—
“Need some help with that?”
I yelp and toss a glare at Parker from over my shoulder. “You scared me, you cockwomble!”
He chuckles, walking around the bed and takes a knee before me in just his towel.
He takes the shoe and slips it on my foot, wrapping the strap around my ankle, never taking his eyes off me.
Things have felt off between us for the past few days.
We’re to go to the courthouse and marry the day after tomorrow.
I’m scared to ask if he still wants to marry me.
He kisses the top of my foot and grabs the other to do the same thing. This time, he speaks softly. “What’s on your mind, baby?”
“Do you still want this? To marry me, I mean? Unconventionally, but still considered a marriage, if what Judge Anna told me is correct. I’m…
I love you, you know? I don’t want you to feel forced into this because—” I let out a frustrated groan at my rambling when his brows knit together.
“I’m sorry. I know things have been off.
You don’t have to marry me, it’s okay. I will still love you forever.
That won’t change anything. How’s Rory? Last time I spoke to her, she was flying to California to spend the New Year with Dayton.
I—thank you. For my shoes, I mean. This dress is vintage.
I should’ve put the shoes on first and then…
you know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m going to shut up now. ”
Parker once again kisses the top of my foot and lets it go gently but doesn’t move.
My heart palpitates in his nearness, feeling so warm already just from the sight of him.
His tatted skin looks so incredibly soft, and I know it is.
I know if I were to reach out right now and touch him, my fingertips would moan if they could.
How he and Maksim manage to look so hard and refined with so many muscles and straight edges but have the smoothest skin will forever astound me.
“Yes, Sabrina, I do want to marry you. Rory’s fine.
She’s with Dayton and his husband, Steven.
I love you, too, and you’re welcome. I know the dress is vintage.
That’s why you’ve only worn it once before.
You were scared to fuck it up. Then you…
gained a few extra pounds and didn’t wear it again because you were afraid to tear the material.
And tonight… you are finally wearing it after three years. ”
My brows rise. I shouldn't be surprised about how much he remembers, but it’s…
flattering that he does. It makes me feel…
important. “I…” I trail off as he stands, towering over me.
He dips his face and kisses me softly. Putting his arms around my torso, he has me stand, lips still locked with mine.
His fingers find the zipper on my back, and he pulls it down the teeth. “Parker,” I whisper against his lips.
“Every cell, Sabrina. Inside and out,” he murmurs with a finality I feel etch across my heart.
He tips his forehead to mine as my dress falls away and pools around my ankles.
My breasts drop from no longer being held up, and his breath hitches.
His fingers hook into the front waistband of my thong, and he keeps them there.
“I dreamt of you for so long; sometimes I still have to pinch myself when I wake up next to you. Every day and every night, you were on my mind when you weren’t in my sights, and it felt like I was standing still, not breathing, while the world passed me by until I caught a glimpse of you again.
You make me feel every emotion but the one that you make me feel the most…
is loved. Every way that you love me is the right way.
Be it toxic or healthy, Bri-baby, it’s right.
I’ll always want more of you. Forever won’t ever be long enough. ”
His words make tears spring to my eyes. “I’m too co-dependent on you.”
“I know,” he whispers, tugging at my thong, planting a chaste kiss on my lips. “I love that.”
When it joins my dress, I step out of it. His mouth lowers and he nips at my jaw, just beneath my ear, sending warmth through me, coiling around my stomach and down between my thighs. “Sometimes I feel like I won’t be able to breathe without you,” I admit.
His calloused fingers travel over the flare of my hips to the dip of my waist as he cups my breast, running his thumb over the hardening peak.
His other arm wraps around my waist, and he simply holds me, tweaking my nipples, leaving a trail of kisses up the column of my throat, sending chills everywhere.
“I started breathing the day I met you. You’re my favorite part of every day. ”
I put my hands on the roll of his towel holding it up and pull on it. It peels away, and soon he is heavy, hard, and so hot in my fist.
“Sabrina…” he murmurs my name like a prayer, a monk chanting to a god to hear his pleas.
He pulls away, mismatched eyes searching mine, jaw flexing.
There is so much strength in his will to not move, just letting me touch him.
I see the moment his resolve snaps in two and falls to the ground where his towel and my dress waits for me.
But before he can attack my lips, I sit on the bed and scoot back, lie down and spread my thighs for him, black, shimmering heels finding purchase on the mattress.
He follows, crawling to me until he’s perfectly settled between my thighs.
He’s holding himself up by the forearm, his other hand goes under me, holding onto my back, keeping me close.
He runs his nose along mine. The thick head of his cock rests on my mound, and I can feel his cock leaking precum onto me.
He doesn’t ask for entry, only rocks his hips, sliding his girth against me, every barbell warm.
Every nudge of his pierced tip against my clit has me gasping. He reaches between us and fists himself, slipping in just the tip to tease me, then sliding against my clit again. “Hold your thigh up for me, baby, I wanna watch.”
I do one better. Hooking my leg over my elbow by the back of the knee, I spread my pussy completely open for him.
Parker grunts in approval. “Watch…”
I look down at where he keeps dipping into me.
“That’s my favorite part. The way those cute, puffy lips spread wide, pretty pink pussy yields to me, accepting me, so fucking warm and wet inside and then…
” He pulls out so very, very slowly. Look at how you grip me, baby,” he says roughly.
“Look at all that pretty pink skin holding onto me, not wanting to let me go.” He pulls out to rub against my clit again and look into my eyes. “I could come from just the sight.”
“Why don’t you?” I ask curiously, mindlessly swirling my fingers over my clit while he tortures me again. But he’s right. Every time he withdraws from me, I want more. I want him deep inside. Filling me.
He dips his mouth to mine, not kissing, simply breathing my air. “Because then I feel your pussy flutter around me and I lose all control. All I want to do is feel you, hear you, taste you, see you come for me.”
I gasp at that delicate, tormenting entry and rock my hips. “Savage—”
“I know, baby. Let me just… keep playing with your clit.” He leaves the tip of his dick in me, not moving, to push up my breast and swirls his tongue around my nipple, flicking beneath it, still watching me.
“I love the way you taste all over. Fuck, you drive me fucking crazy.” He slides what has to be just a few more centimeters in and withdraws to the tip, pushing in even slower. “There you go, gripping me again.”
“I can’t… Oh, Savage, I can’t help it.”
His mouth leaves my nipple for my lips, and he reaches between us once more, grasping his cock, only allowing those same few inches.
“Just keep playing with your pretty clit, baby. I can feel you perfectly just like this. So fucking hot… so fucking wet… so tight like this. Pulsing around me. You make my demons sing, Hellcat. You want to come, don’t you, baby? ”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
He nips my lips. “Want me to give you more? Tell me ‘yes,’ baby. I’m dying without you. I want you to come when I do. I need to feel that.”
“Give me more, Savage.” I lick his bottom lip and dip my tongue into his mouth, my hips rocking to meet his lazy, barely there thrusts, pussy aching to be filled by every centimeter of him. “Fuck me the way you need to.”