“What’s up?” He asks while towel drying his hair.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
He sighs. I can see it’s still not my Dec that I'm talking to right now. This one is shut down. I may as well be talking to a robot, but I'm gonna try.
“You want to have a go at me?” he raises his eyebrows.
I shake my head. “No, Big Guy .”
He winces at my name for him. I'm not sure what that means.
“I see that you're not with me right now; the light has gone out in your eyes.”
He meets my gaze with a hard cold stare, and the muscles in his jaw twitch as though he’s grinding his teeth.
“But I'm not ready to give up on you Dec - you see, Iknowyou, you may not think I do, but I do. You're the guy that runs the bath for me when I’ve had a shitty day at work; you're the guy that makes me a packed lunch when I'm running late, the guy that comes to my rescue when someone is threatening me.”
He shakes his head. “Sophie, you've got...”
I cut him off. “Let me get this out. I have to.”
He nods but doesn't say anything.
I step closer to him and he backs up towards the stairs. I try not to let that dishearten me. “I love you, Declan. I fell for the man that does all those things for me and so much more, the man that makes me laugh...cares about me. Just because I can’t see him right now doesn't mean he’s gone forever. I know you’re scared, I'm scared too, but you and me, we were good - you know it. I'm not giving up on us.”
“I can’t Sophie.”
“You can't right now, and that’s fine, I’ll give you time.”
“No, you don't understand I can't do this...ever.”
I reach my hand up to cup the side of his face, feeling the bristles of his beard, his warmth. He closes his eyes as though in pain.
“Sophie.” he rasps and puts his hand on my waist.
I slide my other hand around his waist and up into his t-shirt. He growls. It automatically has the heat flooding between my legs. How can I resist him when he’s stood right here? Panic fills me as I think about what he’s said. What if he’s right? What if he can’t do this? What if he has feelings for me but can't live with them - maybe he’sthatdamaged. I need to be with him, even if it is for one last time. I reach down with my other hand and grab his t-shirt pulling it over his head. He lets me and looks down at me, his chest moving up and down in shallow breaths, as he warily watches me for my next move.
I look down at his scar, the sun shining on him from the windowpane of the front door. I lean down and kiss the mark. “I know this scar runs so much deeper than anyone knows, Declan,I know.”
Something flips in him as though I flicked a switch. His hands are on my hips and he pushes me back to lie me on the stairs. My legs automatically fall apart for him to fit in between as he covers my body with his. My body responds to his as though it has its own free will. He kisses me - it’s hard, forceful, and my mouth opens, letting his tongue gain access. We kiss hungrily as though there is no tomorrow - hell, there might not be for us. But we have this - right now, and I'm going to make the most of it. I feel him harden through his shorts as his hips grind into my pelvis. I let out a mixture of a moan and groan that sounds nothing like me.
I lift my knees to open myself up to him even more, my dress falling around me. I still have my underwear and my boots on, but no time to take those off. My hands go to his back and slide down into his shorts, feeling the firm cheeks of his bottom, I squeeze it and he groans. His mouth breaks off from mine so that he can kiss a pathway down my neck, open-mouthed kisses, and his teeth sink into my flesh, taking a bite, licking the spot when it undoubtedly leaves a mark. He’s never done that before. It's like he’s a savage and claiming his woman.
Consider me claimed.
I push his shorts down and feel his arousal. Hard as a rock, as always. My mouth waters at the thought of it being inside me.
His hand slides down to my hips and his rough, calloused fingers trail down my inner thigh, sliding into my underwear and inside me. Even if it is only his finger at this point, his feel of him is out of this world. All feels right at this moment.
He groans. “So fucking wet for me.”
He lifts his body, positioning his cock at my entrance. He doesn't even try and take my knickers off - he pushes them to one side, then he’s inside me, filling me, to the hilt. The weight of him presses me down on to the stairs, hurting my back, but I couldn't care less. I want him to move, and I want it to be rough and hard.
He doesn't disappoint. He starts to move and thrust into me, grunting as he does. I try to lift my pelvis to his movements to get him even deeper. I wrap my boot-clad feet around his back, no doubt scratching him with my boots - I don't care. I can't get him deep enough. I want to feel every inch, every ridge of his cock inside me - I’ve never been this hungry. There are no thoughts - no hurt, just both of us satisfying our bodies and give them what they need. They need each other. We fit so perfectly. How can he ever doubt that this is right? No one will ever take his place for me.
“Harder Dec,” I pant as my head falls back, my mouth open. I'm panting now.
The hunger starts to build - I'm not going to last long. I clench my insides so that I'm holding onto his cock tightly - I know what it does to him. He groans and starts to move faster. I wonder if you can get carpet burns though material because I feel like I'm going to have some kind of injury. Pain is adding to the rest of my many feelings right now. It hurts my back, so fucking what - I never want this feeling to end. All too soon, my climax takes over me. I wanted it to go on forever. The overwhelming feeling floods all through every nerve ending of my body, and he stiffens as he empties himself into me. His body jerks as he keeps coming and coming. Eventually, he slows down and thrusts twice before his mouth finds mine again. Still inside me, he gives me the most sensual kiss - I feel it everywhere. I look into his eyes, and at first I’m happy that I can see my Dec, but sadness floods me when I see his eyes go blank – I know what that means. This wasn't a reunion - this was a momentary lapse for him. I see remorse there. The thing about Dec is that when he isn't shut down, I can read the emotions all over his face as clear as a typed page. I know his expressions, and I know this isn't a good one.
