Page 133 of Chalk Outline

He flicks my nipple back and forth, sticking his tongue out and dragging it over it. He cups my other breasts with his large palm, massaging and squeezing roughly.

What began as an innocent shower quickly turned into fucking. We can’t keep our hands off each other. Who can blame us? We were meant to be wrapped in each other’s embrace until the end of time.

He lines his swollen head against my entrance and pushes his cock into me. His pelvis flushes with mine. I drag my nails down his back, and we moan in unison.

His deep moans in my ear make me lose my mind.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoes as steam fogs the glass.

He imprints his cock against my walls over and over again.

I look into his eyes and see the deep pain they hold. I know there’s so much he wants to say, yet he’s afraid to say anything that might make me hate him or push him away, as if that’s even possible.

The pad of my thumb traces the scar on his face. His eyes close before he presses his mouth to my palm.

“I didn’t celebrate your thirtieth birthday, and now you’re thirty-one, almost thirty-two. I missed out on so much,” I whisper.

“It doesn’t matter.” He leans in to press his lips to mine. The kiss is slow. Intense. “We’ll make up for lost time. You’re still the beautiful woman who held my gaze the first time we met and made me feel like I had finally found my home. I felt seen for the very first time.”

My heart races wildly against my ribcage.

He kisses something within me that longs for him, far too long. A hunger that can only be satisfied by him.

“I want to know everything.” I cup his cheeks, and he continues to thrust into me. Deeper. Slower. “I will choose you no matter what. Always.”

“Do you think I won’t kill for you? Do you think I won’t tear people apart if they threaten your safety? I would rip their hearts out of their chest and shove them deep into their throatsto choke on.” His dark, dangerous expression gazes back at me. “Maybe I am a monster after all. Maybe I am a weapon. Your weapon. But I’m all those things because I want to protect you.” A tear trickles down his cheek. “I’m all those things because I love you.” He wraps his arms around me, fucks me senseless, and I fall apart. “And I refuse to let you go.”

I see fucking stars, and the brightest one is Reeve.

My body quivers, and my mouth opens around a loud cry. It’s ripped from my throat and has me in a chokehold even after it passes, and I’m left with short gasps. The orgasm quakes through me. I open my eyes to see the pleasure written on his face as he shoots his load inside me.

“I don’t want you to let me go,” I say, kissing the tip of his nose, and he grins in return.

“Not gonna.”

“You were my first everything. Was I your first something?” I wonder.

He sighs softly and squeezes my throat. “You were my first everything, too. My first kiss. The only person I made love to. The only one I’ve ever loved. My only home. But even if you weren’t, you would still be all that matters to me.” He tugs me to his body’s warmth, ensuring I feel every inch of him.

Our foreheads press against each other as we exchange the air with panted breaths.

We remain like this for a while before he scrubs my body anew and dries me off.

The darkness peeks through the window as we leave the bathroom.

“It stopped raining,” I announce as I walk toward the desk. “We can set up an improvised gun range outside and practice a little,” I wiggle my brows as I turn my cheek to face him, throwing a challenging glance his way when he simply keeps his hungry, hooded eyes on my naked body.

A pause follows as he inches closer, his tall frame towering over me. He runs a hand through his damp locks before cupping my face. “I’m not done with you. This is just the beginning,” he admits shamelessly in my ear.

A grin pulls at my lips as I grip his hips tightly and dig my fingernails into his flesh. “That’s the plan.”

His loving eyes lock onto mine, passion shining like a lighthouse. My very own.

“May I?” He points at my sketchbook. It’s still open, as I left it with my last sketch.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure you’ve seen it before.”

“Probably,” he flips through the pages until he reaches something near the beginning, which I probably did a long time ago.