Page 16

Chapter 16

Piers

I lean down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss and lose myself in her taste, the warmth of her mouth, the soft gasps she makes. She tastes of salt and sweet, of pain and longing. I want to take it all away, to absorb her hurt and leave her with nothing but pleasure.

Slowly, I pick her up and carry her to the rug by the crackling fire. I lay her down gently, like she's something precious, something breakable. Because she is. She's the most precious thing in the world to me.

Her hair spills across the plush rug like a dark halo, the flickering firelight catching the deep red undertones. My arms bracket her on either side, hovering above her like a tempest on the verge of breaking, ready to consume her with every inch of my being. Her chest rises and falls in shallow, uneven breaths, and her eyes lock onto mine.

“Let me take care of you,” I whisper, leaning closer, my voice low and steady as I dip my head and brush my nose lightly against her bruised cheek.

She nods, lips parting as her breath quivers. “Don’t stop.”

Her arms slide around my shoulders, pulling me down toward her, breaking the gap between us.

I shift my weight, easing onto my side so I’m no longer hovering but sinking closer into her warmth. My lips trace the line of her jaw as I whisper, “For so long, you were just… the little Fantasia I had to protect. It wasn’t like I was blind to how you grew up- how you changed- how I changed.”

Her fingers slide through my hair, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I press my body into hers, the closeness of her making everything sharper, more urgent.

I kiss the curve of her neck, murmuring, “But one day, I looked at you and realized… that girl I swore to keep safe had grown and become someone I couldn't ignore.” My hand moves slowly, grazing down her side, sending a shiver through her. “Not because I had to protect you anymore, but because I... I wanted you in a way I shouldn't have.”

Her breath hitches, and I feel the pulse in her throat, thumping beneath my lips as I draw her firmly into my arms.

I slide my hand under her sweatshirt, gently tracing the warmth of her skin, my voice husky. “It hit me the night you came back from that trip to Paris.”

I feel her fingers grip my back, pulling me tighter as I brush my lips across her collarbone. The tension in her body melts beneath my touch, and she sighs softly.

“You were nineteen wearing that dress- God, I still remember it- simple, but it hugged you in all the right places. Your hair pulled back, so elegant.”

I pause, kissing her shoulder as I push her sweatshirt higher. She raises her arms, letting me take the garment off completely, and I toss it aside.

I let out a shuddering breath, my voice thick with desire. “But you were still you, and I realized in that moment, standing in the doorway watching you, that you weren't just my responsibility anymore. You were... everything I wanted. And I was terrified.”

I wrap my arm around her waist, my hands tracing the curve of her body. “Please… Piers,” she whispers, my name slipping from her lips like a prayer, searching, waiting, as if everything she needs is wrapped up in that single word.

Her voice undoes me, pulling me deep into the kiss. The tension in her body melts beneath my touch, her fingers massaging my hair.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” I growl, the words pulled from somewhere deep and unrelenting.

I break away from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. Her pulse flutters beneath my lips as I linger at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. I slide my hands to her back and unclasp her bra, my eyes wandering down to her breasts, admiring their fullness.

I reach out, gently cupping one in my hand, my thumb brushing over her already hardened nipple. She gasps, her back arching slightly, pressing herself further into my touch. I lean down, capturing the other nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, feeling it pebble even more. Her moans fill the room as I suck and nibble gently, driving her wild with each flick of my tongue. I lavish attention on one breast before moving to the other, ensuring that both receive equal care. Her body writhes beneath me.

Slow, deliberate kisses move from her breasts down to her stomach. Every inch of her skin is a wonderland, and I want to explore it all. I can feel her anticipation building, her body tensing with need. As I reach the bandage on her side, I pause, my heart aching at the sight of it. The gauze is stained with dried blood, but there’s nothing fresh seeping through. I lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to the edge of the gauze, a silent promise to continue to protect her, to never let her be hurt again.

Her eyes meet mine, and I see the gratitude and trust in them. It fuels me, making me even more determined to give her everything she deserves. I continue my descent, kissing every part of her as if it were sacred ground. She squirms beneath me, as her hands tighten in my hair, urging me lower. I oblige, my lips skimming the waistband of her sweatpants. I hook my fingers into the fabric, pulling it down slowly, revealing inch after glorious inch of her smooth skin. Her breath hitching as I toss the pants and panties aside and run kisses up her inner thigh.

I can feel her heat, smell her scent, and it drives me wild. I want to taste her again, to hear her scream out my name.

“Piers,” she gasps, her voice ragged with need. “Please.”

I can't help but harden at her words, my cock straining against my pants. I dip my head, running my tongue along her folds, tasting her sweetness. She moans, her hips bucking as I explore her. I find her clit, swollen and sensitive, and circle it with my tongue, applying gentle pressure.

Her hands now massage my scalp with anxiousness, her body writhing as I bring her closer and closer to the edge. I slip a finger inside her, moving it in time with my tongue. She's so tight, so wet, and I can feel her inner muscles clenching around me.

“Oh god, Piers,” she cries out, her voice echoing through the cabin.

I press harder, my tongue moving faster as I slide in another finger, reaching even deeper. Her breath comes in short gasps, her body tensing as she nears the precipice. And then she does. She screams my name, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over her. I hold her tightly, my mouth still on her, riding out the storm with her. Her taste, her scent, her sounds- they're all intoxicating, and I'm drunk on her.

As her tremors subside, I press soft kisses to her inner thighs, her hips, her stomach. She looks down at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, her lips curved in a contented smile.

“That was...” she starts, her voice trailing off as if words fail her.

I smile, tracing patterns on her skin with my fingertips. “Just the beginning,” I promise her.

I take off my shirt. Her hands move to my belt, her fingers working the buckle. I help her, pushing my jeans down and kicking them off. I'm left in my boxers, my arousal evident. Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn't look away. Instead, she reaches out, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection.

I groan, my body responding to her touch. She looks up at me, a question in her eyes. I nod, giving her the go-ahead. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down, freeing my cock.

Her hand wraps around my length, her grip tentative but firm. She moves her hand slowly, exploring, learning. I cover her hand with mine, showing her what I like, how I like it. She looks up at me, her eyes focused, her lips parted. But now’s not the time for that.

I guide her hands back down onto the rug, my body now covering hers. I support my weight on my elbows, careful not to put any pressure on her injured side. Her legs part to accommodate me, her knees bending to cradle my hips, as I position myself at her entrance.

Her hips buck against mine, her body seeking more contact, more friction as my length slides against her folds, coating myself in her wetness.

“Relax,” I murmur.

She takes a deep breath, her body relaxing beneath me. I push into her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust to my size. She's so tight, so hot, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to lose myself in her right then and there.

I hold still for a moment, letting her get used to the sensation. Her eyes meet mine, and in them, I see trust, I see need, I see desire.

I begin to move, my hips rocking against hers in a slow, steady rhythm. She moans, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed.

Her body responds to mine, her hips meeting me thrust for thrust. I can feel her inner muscles clenching around me, her body gripping me tightly. The friction is exquisite, the pleasure intense.

Her hands roam over my back, my shoulders, my arms, exploring every inch of me. Her breath coming in short gasps as I fill her completely. Her moans grow louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel her getting closer, her body coiling tight like a spring.

“Look at me,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. Her eyes snap open, meeting mine. I want her to see me, to know who's bringing her pleasure, who's worshipping her body.

I increase my pace, my thrusts becoming deeper, harder. She clings to me as her body convulses with pleasure.

“Piers,” she cries out, her voice raw and desperate. “Oh god, Piers!”

I capture her lips in a fierce kiss, swallowing her cries as she climaxes. Her body trembles beneath me, her inner muscles pulsing, gripping me tightly. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself reaching the edge.

My own release is explosive, a surge of pleasure that sweeps through me like a tidal wave. I bury my face in her neck, my body shuddering as I spill into her. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close.

For a moment, we lie there, our bodies entwined. I can feel her heartbeat, her breath, her life force pulsing against me.

I finally find the strength to lift my head, looking down at her. Her eyes are closed, her lips curved in a soft smile. She looks peaceful, satiated.

I’ve just made love to this woman. But it’s not enough. I gather her into my arms. Her head rests against my shoulder, her body pliant and warm against mine.

“Where are we going?” she asks, her voice soft and drowsy.

“Upstairs,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her hair. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I kick open the door to the master bedroom, barely noticing the grand four-poster bed that dominates the space.

This time, I need to fuck her.

I place her onto the bed, her skin almost camouflaging against the white sheets. She looks up at me with those pale green eyes, filled with a mix of vulnerability and eagerness.

I pull her to the edge of the bed. She shivers beneath my touch, her eyes never leaving mine. I'm terrified that if I blink, she'll disappear. That this moment, this connection we've found again, will slip through my fingers.

As I spread her legs apart and position myself at her entrance once more, I feel a primal need to claim her, to make her mine in every possible way. I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. “Did you keep your promise?” I murmur, my voice rough and uneven. “Did you save yourself for me?”

The question hangs in the air. I pour everything into the kiss- longing, pain, hope- savoring the way she moans in my mouth.

She hesitates, then, slowly, she nods, “yes.”

Her confession sends a jolt through me, sharp and electric.

When I enter her again, it's with a sense of urgency, a need to drive home that I'm here, and that she's mine.

Fantasia’s hands grip the sheets as she whimpers, urging me deeper, harder. I respond in kind, my hips moving faster, my body driving into hers with a passion that's been bottled up for far too long. I lose myself in the feel of her around me.

With each thrust, I try to convey the depth of my feelings for her, the yearning that's been eating away at me since we were torn apart. The anger that I felt during our separation was like a living, breathing monster inside me, fueling my every action, driving me to keep going despite the pain. But beneath that anger was a desperate, aching need for her. A need to hold her, to love her, to be with her in every possible way.

“Yes!” Fantasia wails, her hips rocking to meet every thrust, as I slam into her with reckless abandon. The bed rocks and squeaks as the sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with our grunts and cries of pleasure filling the room. Fantasia claws at my back, urging me on.

I increase my pace, driving into her harder, deeper. Every push, every thrust, every pounding is a desperate attempt to ground her in the here and now, to make her see that I'm here, that I'm not going anywhere.

“You’re mine, Fantasia,” I grit out, my voice a low growl. “You’ve always been mine. And I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.”

Her response is a whimper, a cry of passion and longing that cuts through me like a knife. I can feel her getting close, her body tightening as her muscles clamp down around me. Her breaths come in short, sharp gasps, her nails digging into my back. I increase my pace, my own need for her driving me onward, pushing me to the edge.

When her body finally shatters, her cries of release filling the air, I follow her over the edge. I pour myself into her, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. We cling to each other, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths ragged. The world outside this cabin, outside this moment, ceases to exist. It's just us, real and completely exposed.

As we come down from our high, I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her and trying to ground her in the reality of us, of this moment. Her head rests against my chest, her breath warm on my skin. I can feel her heartbeat, her body warm and soft against mine.

Here she is, in my arms once more. The fragility of this moment isn’t lost on me. I know that in an instant, it could all disappear, that she could slip through my fingers like smoke. So I hold her tighter.

Eventually, Fantasia's breathing evens out, her body relaxing into sleep. I watch her for a while, marveling at the way her features soften in slumber, the way her dark lashes cast shadows on her cheeks. She's so beautiful, so strong, and yet so vulnerable. The urge to protect her, to keep her safe from everything and everyone, surges within me.

But for now, I just hold her, my arms wrapped tightly around her, my heart beating steadily with hers. This is where I belong. This is where she belongs. And nothing and no one is going to take that away from us.