Episode 224
BABY COME BACK
Emily
“I love you,” River says through clenched teeth. “I love you so much it fucking hurts. And Emily, I’m going to fuck you so roughly, so thoroughly. that you’ll never so much as think about another man again.”
I draw in a sharp breath, my heart pounding. Fear, arousal, and a touch of indignation mingle together, creating a mixture of emotions that leaves me breathless.
River roughly grips me, his touch possessive, domineering. He's marking me as his.
I should object to such raw domination…
But I don’t.
There's an odd sort of satisfaction in that. A sense of belonging.
He crushes his lips to mine in a savage kiss, consuming me. I can taste the raw desire, the need for dominance and possession. We kiss and we kiss and we kiss. I let him take me, let him ease his anger with his lips and tongue.
A few moments later, he tears away from my lips and gasps in a breath. “You're mine, Emily.”
The blunt assertion sends currents pulsing through me.
For the first time in my life, I’m putty in a man’s hands.
He can do whatever he wants to me. Flip me over and bugger me. Even without lubrication. I’ll let him do it.
The thought should bloody frighten me.
But it doesn’t.
I want to be consumed by River Barrett.
I want to be his and only his.
He undresses me quickly and then glares at me, his gaze darkened with the intensity of his desire.
I tremble under the weight of his gaze. His hunger for me is palpable. It fills the room, making the air thick.
He gathers me in his arms and presses me against his naked chest. The heat from his body sears into mine—a stark reminder of what's about to happen. Of what he's going to do.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I can't deny him anything. Not now.
I meet his gaze. Raw need is etched on his gorgeous face.
He's not simply angry.
He's at war with himself.
The whole thing with Jake and the others is eating at him.
And what do I do? I bloody fuck Sebastian and make everything worse.
Still…he needs to know how I feel.
“You think you're punishing me,” I whisper, “but you're not.”
He stiffens for a moment before pulling back slightly to look at me, confusion marring his brow.
“What do you mean?” he growls.
“I mean”—I swallow, gathering my thoughts as I look into his darkened eyes—“that this isn't punishment, River. Punishment is about pain and regret and lessons learned. This is you staking your claim.”
His jaw clenches. “You think I'm not hurting? Not regretting?”
“I know you're hurting. So am I.” I trace the line of his jaw. “But this isn't about regretting what happened. It’s about moving past it.”
“Moving past it…” he echoes.
“Yes,” I say softly, my gaze steady on his. “Letting go of what happened and focusing on us. Both of us messed up, River. But we can fix this. I want you. Just you. Not Sebastian. Not anyone else.”
“I want only you, damn it,” he says, “and I hate that I gave you reason to doubt that.”
“And I hate that I sought solace in another man when I love only you.” I cup his cheek. “Only you. Always you.”
Silence looms for a moment. He moves again. Then he pulls me to him and kisses me again. It’s different this time. It’s still raw and primal, but now it’s also about forgiveness, acceptance, a silent promise of better days ahead.
He breaks the kiss only to trail his lips down my neck. His hands are everywhere at once, caressing my skin, marking me as his. I gasp when his mouth closes over my nipple, sucking, pulling, teasing it so it’s even harder.
“I need you,” he murmurs against the sensitive skin of my breast.
The words wrap around my heart.
“I need you to remember this moment, Emily. This moment of just us.”
I can only nod, my breath hitching as he moves to my other nipple.
I close my eyes and sigh, pleasure surging through me.
Until—
He pulls away.
I whimper at the loss.
But his dark eyes are on fire.
He discards his jeans, and I catch my breath at the sight of him. River is a beautiful man, strong and virile and so utterly male.
“Touch me,” he says, his voice rough with desire.
I extend my hand toward him. His flesh is hot under my touch, hard and stiff.
A low groan escapes from him as I wrap my hand around him and give him a pull.
He covers my hand with his. Together we work his cock, finding the perfect rhythm.
“Emily…” He groans my name like a prayer, his dark eyes filled with lust. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
“I’ve a pretty good idea,” I reply cheekily.
But his dark gaze doesn’t waver. With one swift movement he sits down on the sofa and pulls me onto his lap. His cock is hard against me, and I ache to slide onto it, let him fill me as only he can.
Instead, he kisses me.
The world falls away as he explores my mouth. The intensity of the kiss is dizzying, overwhelming.
River breaks away from the kiss only to bury his face in the crook of my neck. He presses hot kisses against my skin, each one sending a jolt through me.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his words raspy with desire.
I nod, unable to trust my voice. He slides his fingers down my body and lands between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans.
“River,” I whimper, clutching his shoulders, “please.”
He doesn't need any further encouragement. He lifts my hips until the head of his cock is teasing my pussy lips, aligns himself at my entrance.
Slowly, almost torturously so, he slides into me. I gasp at being filled so completely. I’m used to his size, how he burns through me as if he’s made of bloody fire.
“Are you ready, Emily?” he asks. “Ready for me to fuck you hard and violently?”
“Oh, yes,” I say on a sigh.
“Then saddle up, baby. We’re going on a wild ride.”