Page 158 of Scream
Me: Will do.
We board the train and are shown to the executive section. It’s more luxurious, with more space, and the seats are larger and more comfortable. Raven and Jonas immediately sit in their little loungers. Raven is petting all over Jonas, caring for him after he showed her the tattoo on his neck was her name – like he's a sick puppy. I already know he’s going to be milkingthis as much as he can.
I sit in mine, with Sabrina by the window. When the train starts moving, her lashes flutter closed, and she freely lays her head on my shoulder. I watch the scenery flying by – the best seat in the house – because I can still see Sabrina in my periphery. I rest my chin on her head, and her hand finds mine. It’s bare.
I squeeze her hand a little, just to feel the silkiness of her bare skin against mine – thanking the gods for this small gift, because it quells my demons. The ones that make me feel like I need to be alert at all times, that something is amiss. But it was always her. I was always missing her. My soul, my heart, my brain - I always just needed Sabrina to feel right.
But I stay awake, just in case. But also, to simply breathe her in. To remember everything about today and commemorate it. I never want to forget today or every day I've ever spent at her side. But now? How she’s been so sweet, so flirty, so very mine - I eat it up.
When the train stops just outside of Verona, there’s already a car waiting for us to drive through the slopes and valleys to get to Giordano's village. We all retire to our rooms once we’re inside the villa, but something inside me feels restless. I should be exhausted. Sabrina immediately steps out of her clothes, puts on one of my shirts that fits her mid-thigh, and climbs into the large, deluxe bed.
I give her a kiss on her head once she’s fast asleep and slip out of the room heading to the patio to sit by the heated pool. The water is clear, fog rising from it. It’s a gorgeous night, away from all the light pollution. I can see the tall, snow-covered mountains that sit stoic against a dark, glittering night sky. If I turn my head, I can see the city of Verona in the distance – but for now, I just want to drink in the view. My heart sinks, thinking of how many times I’ve traveled to far, distant shores as a younger man in the military and how empty every city felt.
Nothing feels the same anymore.
It all feelsbetter.
Like it’s too true to be real.
Am I wishing for too much? Not enough?
I’m grateful, for sure. There’s just this… feeling.
I don’t feel like her bodyguard anymore. I feel like her man. With the way her pinky found mine throughout the day – just to hold – sending sparks up my arm. How…fullmy heart feels… all day, all the time… likenothingis missing anymore. I am hers. She is mine.
The glass door of the house slides open behind me, and – just as I’ve always been able to feel her presence – Sabrina steps out. “Savage?”
I hold my hand out, and she comes to me, settling her weight on my lap. She doesn’t say anything – only relaxes against me as we look at the panoramic sight before us. I clear my throat. “I used to dream about nights like this. When I was off on missions. Granted, it was more like sleeping under the stars at Cloudland Canyon, where the only noise for miles was critters chittering. For peace and quiet.”
She runs her hands along my forearms that I have wrapped around her waist. “And now?”
“Turns out youaremy peace and quiet. You’re a balm to my soul, my mind, my heart. I know that’s cheesy, Bri. But there was not one moment today where I felt overly anxious. There wasn’t a moment when I felt I had to find the exits. I mean, I still looked, just in case. But there was not one moment when I felt my fight or flight mode activate. And I noticed… I don’t think you and I are in survival mode anymore, Bri. You’ve replaced so many bad memories, and we’ve made so many new ones. I can barely remember the bad. Maybe I've repressed them, or maybe it’s just that I'm so goddamn happy, and finally at peace, that they don’t even matter anymore.”
She inhales but waits for me to continue.
So I do. “You are everything to me – and so much more, Sabrina. My light, my life, my love. I’m fucking crazy for you. If I had to redo this life, I would die trying to find you again. I would die of an ache if I couldn't – because I'd know there was a piece of my soul out in the world, needing me too, and I wouldn’t know how to live without you in my life. I would be so devastatingly hollow.”
“Oh, Parker. There is so much beauty in your mind – it must be so loud.” It is. But not for the reasons she’s thinking. She twists in my lap and straddles me. My hands immediately find purchase on the flare of her hips. Her arms drape around my shoulders, fingers going to the fine hairs on the back of my head. She is as beautiful in the moonlight as she is in the sun, and I am fucking gone. She plants a chaste kiss on my lips, then tips her forehead to mine. “You say you’d find me in the afterlife, but I want you in every life, my love.”
I can't breathe. Or think. My heart silently seizes in my ribcage as I stare into her dark, glittering eyes – always so expressive. Her lips crash to mine again in a heated kiss so savage, it’s meant to singe and burn every thought that isn’t us. With every nip of her teeth, every glide of her tongue, and every whimper that leaves her mouth - I'm torn apart and put back together. Made new. Tailor-made to be hers forever. Woven in the stars like an invisible constellation, and we are nothing more than stardust on fire – burning together for eternity.
Mine.
She's all I ever want to know.
I reach between us to find her hot, plump pussy bare, slippery and wet. I growl. “Were you planning this, sweet girl? Huh?”
Her giggle is low in her throat. “I'm always hopeful you want to fuck me.”
I grin against her lips, “You're so fucking bad, baby. You want me to fuck you out in the open like this?”
“No, Parker. I want you to claim me out in the open like you do in the dark. I don't want to hide anymore. Please?” She whispers so fucking sweetly. Who am I to deny her anything?
She already owns my heart, my soul, my mind. Why not let her claim me, too? I withdraw my fingers from her juicy pussy, then lick them off before I shift to pull my sweats down – just enough for my dick to land on my stomach, heavy, needy and already leaking with precum. She settles back down, her legs on either side of me, toes planted on the ground. The sensation of the pressure of her weight, her arousal weeping on my dick, and her scent, is almost enough to make me come.
Keeping my hands on her hips, I recline, letting my back rest. Then, I pull the shirt she's wearing up to her tummy, looking at the magnificent view of my length nestled between her naked pussy lips. “Glide for me, baby.”
Her brows furrow, flaming verdant gaze on mine. “You don't want to be inside of me?”
