Page 108 of Vindicate

He’s hungry, and so am I. Our mouths are heated against one another and his hands hold me into his body, pressing me tightly as if he’s scared he’ll lose me if he lets me go. But I’m his. Always have been.

He leans down to kiss my neck, sucking my skin with wild abandon. I dig my fingers into every inch of skin I can until he leans my back and lays me down on the couch behind us. Pleasure racks my body, chills reaching me between my legs all while the heat of his hard cock presses into me.

“Please,” I beg him. Needing him to do what he promised.

He doesn’t even speak, keeping his mouth on my neck as he reaches between us and lines his dick with my pussy. I eagerly push up, helping him to fill me. And when the tip of his dick penetrates me, his piercing caresses my walls and I cry.

Ecstasy courses through me as Trace curses against my skin. Everything sets ablaze. All the hurt and pain that festered between us, heals as we collide as one.

“Jesus, Olivia. Baby, your pussy is already gripping me.” He growls and I whine, knowing that I could come just like this. Knowing that I missed him so much that it hurts.

“I missed you, Trace. I missed you so fucking much.” I chant as I pant against him, feeling my core tighten as he quickens his pace, but keeping it slow and steady.

“You want to come, Flower?” I whimper, nodding my head as my body quakes, my head spins, and my eyes roll back.

Trace leaves my neck to kiss me, pushing his tongue past my parted lips. His hand grips my hip to help push him deeper and suddenly, a warm, tingling sensation floods me, spilling through my veins and expanding in my core.

“I got you baby. I’m nowhere near done with you tonight so you can let go, Livie. Come for me. Show me how fucking badly this pretty little cunt missed me.”

My legs shake and my body folds to the pleasure. My moans are loud and greedy, his thrusts pushing me further and further into oblivion. Wrapping me up and holding me while I succumb to how fucking good this feels and I fall.

“Oh,fuck,” I cry out, moaning against his mouth. He leans back to look at me, watching the way my body responds to him, and his hazel eyes light me up.

They claim me. The way he looks at me makes me feel safe and stripped of any haunted memories. Like he’ll take on anything I can’t face on my own.

“I love you, Trace,” I whine behind my moans as tears slide down my cheek.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his pace now going faster and harder and deeper. “Say it again, Reckless, please,” he begs and I can tell that now he’s on the verge of coming undone.

“Oh, god.” My lips part and I feel it again. “I love you, Trace. I love you so much.”

He looks between us, watching as he pushes his dick in and out. I’m crying, completely consumed by the pleasure. Our foreheads touch, both of us panting for breath, and I watch as his stomach tightens, and then he comes right as I reach another orgasm.

It’s euphoric, the way our bodies fall apart together. The way he looks at me as I take his claim and the way my heart beats the same for him now as it did for him then. The way we both held on to broken pieces of our past and allowed it to shape up, only for us to put each other back together and rebuild through it all.

“I love you too, Olivia,” Trace whispers over my mouth as he comes for me. As he worships my body and binds us together. “I love you so fucking much.”

Free.

That’s how I feel when I look into the heated glance in his eyes. When I feel the emotions wash over my body as he holds me in his arms. The feeling I’ve been craving this whole time, wanting to run away and start over, wanting to escape the chains of my mind and the ghosts of this town.

Trace was always the answer and he’s been here all along.

And with him, I feel undeniably free.

THE END