Page 76 of Skye
“I need you to trust me,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper.
I open my eyes, dizzied from the kiss, and study his face. All I see is sincerity and concern. I think about the mornings we laid in bed after he made love to me. I think about the nights he held me against him, his hand resting over my stomach as if protecting us both. I think about the passion when he calls me his, and I think about how much I like it when he does.
“I do, but everything is so overwhelming right now.”
His fingers trail over my cheeks and down my throat before he collars the back of my neck. “You’ve been through a lot, and on top of that, you’re growing our baby. I’d be surprised if you weren’t overwhelmed.”
“I feel crazy.”
He kisses the side of my face, showing me with his actions how much he cares. “You’re not crazy. I handled all of this badly, but everything I did had just one purpose, Skye. Protecting you and our child. Right now, that is all I care about. You and this baby are my priority.”
I lean into his touch, needing desperately to feel connected to him. “Please, don’t let me down. I can take that from everyone but you.”
He pulls me against him again, holding me so tight, I can only take shallow breaths. “I promise, I won’t.”
He loosens his hold a little as I put some space between us so I can peer up at him. “Everything needs to change. I can’t be locked in that room any longer.”
“You won’t be.”
“And I want to see a doctor. Not some random person the club knows. I want to see a proper obstetric specialist. I want to make sure my baby is okay after everything. The last doctor said about a transvaginal scan. I want one of those.”
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
“And I want to know…” I trail off, unsure how to put this into words without backing him into a corner, but maybe he needs this wake-up call. “I want to know where we’re raising our baby. And don’t tell me in that fucking room. I want a nursery. I want a space that’s quiet and peaceful for her.”
“I’ll talk to some estate agents,” he assures me, pressing a trail of kisses down my throat.
I didn’t expect him to be so accommodating, which steals some of my anger. “And… and I want you to fuck me.”
His nose nuzzles against me as he fumbles with his belt. “Anytime you want.”
I shove my leggings down as far as my knees as he frees his cock. He doesn’t bother to push his jeans down past his arse, and I’m glad because I’m impatient to get him inside me.
He turns me, so my stomach is pressed against the counter, and pushes me forward. my boobs smashed against the top. I turn my head slightly to glance over my shoulder as he stabs into me from behind without any preamble.
I gasp, my pussy burning at the sudden intrusion, stretching around his thick girth as he fills me completely. Pinned to the counter, I can do nothing but breathe as he drags himself out of me before driving back in.
Gripping the counter, I push back, forcing him deeper inside my body as his thrusts intensify, bruising my hips. I want this. I want him, and the longer he pulses in out of my body, the more the chaotic fog that was shrouding me starts to lift.
I start to see clearly again, and I know deep in my heart that Rage is on my side. In fact, he might be the only one who is.
“You’re mine,” he says, as if he needs to remind me of this fact. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
His fingers trail over the base of my spine, causing a tremble to run through me.
I press my cheek against the cold countertop as he hammers his hips against mine. Shuffling my feet a little, I try to spread my thighs wider, but my leggings are a vice around my legs, making my pussy tight around him.
There is nothing I can do but take everything he offers. I’m too exhausted, too drained to participate, but he does the work for both of us, and as my orgasm rushes through me, I can’t stop the sob that rips from me.
His fierce grunts die down before his hips stutter and he spills inside me.
The walls of my pussy spasm and contract, milking every drop from his steel shaft. The sweat on my face and the back of my neck makes me shiver as a draught whispers through the room.
Calmness spreads through me as he slips from my body. I feel his warm cum on my thighs and between my legs, mixing with my own wetness.
He steps away, his warmth disappearing with him, and I hear him moving around the kitchen behind me before he returns and presses what I think is a kitchen towel against my core. I don’t move as he cleans me up as best he can, the gesture seeming more intimate than what we’d just done.