Her body arches into me, and I trail my mouth down the length of her throat, letting my tongue linger at her pulse as I taste her and breathe her in. She shivers beneath me. Out here, where the cold could freeze hell over, that shiver doesn’t belong to winter. It belongs to me. It’s proof that when I touch her, her body remembers exactly where it fits and who it’s for.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I rasp against her throat, letting my teeth graze her skin and biting just hard enough to pull a whimper from her lips. “You were barely gone for ten minutes, and it felt like you took every piece of me with you.”
“I was always coming back… I just had to tell Vi—god…” Her words stutter into a moan when I bite down on her neck again. “I knew I wasn’t leaving you the second you told me to go.” The confession breaks free between gasps as I shift my hips, pinning her harder against the wall so she can feel just how much I need her.
“I wanted to take those words back the second they left my mouth.” I slide my hand up to her face, my thumb tracing her jaw. “You belong with me, Piper, and you’re gonna let me show you why there will never be anyone but you.” I press my forehead to hers, our ragged breaths mixing in the space between us. “You with me, darlin’?”
She looks up at me with those fuck-me eyes, lips swollen and parted. “Always.”
I grab her throat and slam my mouth against hers, pressing her harder into the wall like I’m trying to fuse us together, because fuck—I can’t get close enough. She’s soft beneath me, and I let myself unravel, becoming this breathless, desperate mess I only ever am with her.
“Inside,” I whisper against her lips as her hand slides under my shirt, nails raking down my stomach. “Before I tear those jeans clean off your body and take you right here against this wall.
I barely get the door shut behind us before she’s on me again—her mouth crashing into mine while her fingers claw at my jacket.
I lift her clean off the ground, and those perfect legs wrap around my waist like they were made to be there. The nearest wall takes the impact when I press her against it, hard enough that a picture frame crashes to the floor, but fuck if I care. The whole house could go up in flames around us, and I’d still be here, because this is where we burn, and I’d go up in flames a thousand times if it meant going down with her in my arms.
Her breathy little moans against my mouth turn me feral. She yanks my hat off, tossing it somewhere behind us just so she can sink her fingers into my hair. My hands slide down to cup her ass, gripping tight through the denim I’m dying to tear off her body.
I pull her in, grinding her against the bulge in my jeans—right where she needs me, right where I need her.
“Tell me you’re mine. I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
I shove her coat off and drag mine halfway down my arms before I walk us to the stairs, half stumbling around as my mouth tries its hardest to remain attached to hers.
I don’t know how we ended up sprawled on the stairs. One minute, I’m carrying her to bed, and the next she’s half undressed, jeans and pink lace caught around her ankles while my jacket hangs off one shoulder like it’s clinging on for dear life. I drop to my knees on the wooden step, and those beautiful legs fall open for me, spreading as wide as the clothes bunched around her ankles will let them. She’s breathing hard, that dark hair a wild mess framing her flushed face, her shirt pushed up to reveal inches of pale skin that I want to worship with my mouth.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” I exhale, unable to look away from those eyes that have turned to emerald fire in the dim light.
My cock throbs painfully behind my zipper at the sight of her laid out before me, her hands already roaming her own body like she’s imagining what I’m about to do to her.
I tug off her boots one at a time, then peel her jeans and panties away.My hands glide up her calves, trailing over the sensitive skin behind her knees before I grab her hips and drag her down a step, lining that perfect pussy up with my mouth. She sucks in a breath, arching so hard she nearly slips, but I steady her with the flick of my tongue across her clit. I start slow, teasing her with lazy licks until I feel her legs tremble around my shoulders.
“Christian—oh god.”
“This is mine,” I growl, pulling back just enough to spit between her legs, watching it drip before I spread her wider with my thumbs. “My cunt to eat, to fuck, and to make a goddamn mess of anytime I feel like reminding you exactly who the hell you belong to.”
She’s squirming on my tongue, and I breathe her in like I’m starving—like I can’t get enough of her.
“Yes, god yes, just don’t stop—” One hand slams against the wall for balance while the other fists in my hair, tugging as she begs through her moans. Her thighs tremble and shake as I suck and flick her clit, and her whole body suddenly tightens.
I don’t stop feasting on her. Not when she’s whimpering my name,not even when she tries to pull away because it’s too much. I hold her there, pinned against my mouth, and tongue-fuck her through every last aftershock until she’s dripping down my chin. Until she’s so thoroughly wrecked, there’s no question about what it means to be mine.
When I finally pull back, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, staring down at the beautiful mess I’ve made of her. The smirk that crosses my face is pure predator—sated for now, but still hungry, a man who knows he’s nowhere near finished.
“I thought I was meant to be fixing this.”
“Giving yourself to me like this… letting me touch you, taste you—thisis how we fix it. This is how I show you you’re safe with me. And that this”—I press my palm to her chest, over her heart—“is real.”
I drag her shirt up and over her head, tossing it down the stairs without a second glance. Her bra follows, landing somewhere behind me. She’s bare and breathless beneath me, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’m going to spend every day for the rest of my life showing her just how precious she is.
Rocking back onto my knees, I shrug out of my jacket, pull my shirt over my head, and work my belt open.
“I need you. I need to be inside you,” I say, grabbing her hips and pulling her down the stairs until she’s flush against me.
One hand grips the railing behind her head, the other guides my cock, and I slide inside her in one deep thrust.
