Page 47 of When Hearts Unravel (The Orchid #6)

She loves me.

She’s seen the most of me—the fucked up, the crazy, the unhinged—and she still loves me. I wanted to say the words back to her then, but I’m afraid if I can’t fix myself, if I can’t be with her after this trip, then those three words will only hurt her more.

The thoughts play inside my mind a few hours later, a favorite song set on repeat, as I usher her through a side entrance in Absinthe, a club on the Rose decks of the ship.

I’m careful, timing our entrance to the cleaning schedule, so no one will see us together. I would’ve taken her to my stateroom, but the staff always hovered nearby, and I couldn’t dismiss them without rousing suspicion.

If there’s anything I wish for, I wish to hold her hand in broad daylight in front of my friends and family, because I want everyone to know she’s mine.

That I, Rex Anderson, have fallen hopelessly in love with a woman who makes me feel something so elusive I’ve been searching for all my life.

Peace and acceptance.

My worries and nightmares don’t matter when I’m with her. She’s my sun and my stars and I orbit around her, living to tease out one more smile, one more laugh, one more orgasm, one more everything from a woman who’s spent her life being invisible.

Like she’s saving herself for me.

But I know what will happen if we get together, if she finds out how messed up my mind is, how I lose segments of time, not knowing how I end up being where I am.

Unless I find a cure—either from the doctors or because this mission will somehow fix me—it’s only a matter of time before I do something irreparable and hurt someone.

I can’t risk that for her. I can’t pull her into my hellish orbit. It’s selfish.

Olivia is silent as I whisk her into a private room I reserved in advance. Her mouth parts when she looks around, taking in the pink neon lighting lining the ceiling, the four-poster bed in the center with hookups for straps, chains, and other equipment.

There’s a cabinet with more toys and machines for those who are curious and a one-sided window for the adventurous sort who want to watch or be watched.

But tonight, I don’t want any of it. None of the extreme things I’ve partaken in the past.

I only want to worship her and tell her with my body the three words I can’t say out loud.

Silently, I walk up to her and link our hands together before bringing them up to my lips.

I press kisses on each fingertip, marveling at how dainty her hands are compared to mine, how fragile she appears to be, but I know she’s one of the strongest women I’ve ever met.

We don’t speak as I kiss my way up her arm, then to her neck, my mouth zeroing in on the special place I know will make her wild.

A whimper escapes her lips as I slowly remove her clothes, and soon she’s gloriously naked before me. Olivia’s face is flushed as she climbs onto the bed and scoots back, her luminous eyes dark when she takes in the skin I’m revealing when I take off my shirt, then my pants, then my boxer briefs.

My cock is dripping, as always, with her. I climb over her and brush my hand on her cheeks. She releases a satisfied sigh, like she needs the touch to breathe.

Like she needs me.

Heart hiccupping in my chest, I bear down on her as I kiss those pouty lips and taste her sweetness. It doesn’t matter how many times I kiss her, how many times I touch her, I can’t seem to get enough.

I mainline her honeyed taste into my mouth as I swallow her moans and sighs. My hands slide up her body, gripping her breasts, the perfect little handfuls, before thumbing those sensitive nipples.

“Rex,” she moans when I pinch the tip—just the tip—because I know it’ll drive her wild.

“Yes, Olive, my sweetheart. You need this, don’t you? You need more?”

She arches up in answer, her legs automatically coiling around my backside, heels digging in.

“Fuuuck,” I groan when my throbbing cock glides over her slick folds.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, gyrating her body in a tortuous rhythm so the tip of my cock digs into her clit, once, twice, three times, each motion overloading my senses, frying my nerves.

It’s never been like this before, being so out of control with just the slightest touch.

Only with her.

I need to taste her. I need to taste her juices at the source. My mouth salivates at the thought of it.

Groaning, I move my way down her body, trailing open-mouthed kisses over her stomach, then her legs, licking the sensitive area between her thigh and her pussy.

“Please, Rex. Please, I need you.”

“Yes, Olive, I’ll give you everything.” Everything I have to give.

Olivia cries out when I draw her swollen nub into my mouth and my eyes roll back from pleasure as her sweet taste hits my tongue. She thrashes underneath me, her feet half fighting to kick me away, half fighting to pull me closer. I hold her tighter and bury my face in her cunt.

I suck, lick, and tongue her pussy, then I gently pull apart her folds to get deeper.

“You’re my obsession, Olive,” I whisper between licks, letting her flavor wash over me as my blood heats and mind blanks. “So fucking delicious, so fucking mine.”

She trembles, her nails digging into my neck and back, her hips canting and moving, clearly needing more friction, but I don’t give it to her yet. I hiss and instead, thrust my cock into the sheets.

I can’t wait today.

I need to be inside her, to bury myself deep within her so she’ll feel me with her always.

Unable to stop my maddening thoughts, I climb over her and stare into her whiskey eyes, her bee-stung lips, and those beautiful rosy cheeks.

“I’m yours, Olive. All of me, whatever’s left of me…all yours.” The words pour out of me without filter, and I watch as a small furrow appears between her brows, her gaze skating over my face.

She’s thinking, trying to parse out the meaning, everything I’m not saying.

Doling out a shaky smile, I brush away the hair sticking to her face.

Before her, sex was surface-level pleasure, a way to numb my mind. It was quick, rough, and sometimes intense.

But tonight, it’s so much more.

I nip her bottom lip, biting until she hisses out a sharp breath, then I lave it with my tongue. It’s plumper and redder now.

So beautiful.

She wears all my marks so beautifully.

“You’re everything, my temporary forever. All of it is yours,” I rasp.

Then, I slam home.

My ears ring as white-hot pleasure sears me, her tight pussy, warm and wet, gripping my cock so perfectly. My balls draw up, ready to unload, to mark her up from the inside.

“Rex, I love you,” she moans and wraps her arms around my back.

But she’s much smaller than me, her hands only able to claw at my sides, unable to fully wrap around me.

She’s mine.

In this moment, I’m all she sees, hears, feels, smells. I am her everything.

The thought fans the obsession licking up my spine. My blood churns hot in my veins, my skin on fire. Madness creeps into my mind, not unlike the disorientation after my blackouts when I don’t remember where I am or how I got there.

But right now, I know.

All my nerve endings, the atoms vibrating inside my body, all live for this woman underneath me. This petite woman who owns me. I’ll live, breathe, and die for her, no questions asked.

“You bewitch me, Olive. And I never want to wake up.”

My thrusts are harder now, my dick elongating and growing with each piston. A sharp pleasure begins deep inside my abdomen, spreading out. My balls constrict, the pressure tightening and relentless.

“Yes, please, fuck me, please.” Olivia meets me thrust for thrust, her tight body shaking, trembling underneath me, needing release.

I’m going to give it to her. Make her see stars. Make her come like she has never come before.

“I’ll fuck you. I’ll make love to you. I’ll goddamn put my cum so deep inside you, it’ll never come out. And when it does, when you see it dripping out, I want you to use your finger and put it back in, to keep all that sticky goodness inside you.”

She grows wetter, and I groan. Her walls spasm against me. My little Olive is close.

My hips snap in a firm rhythm, the wet sounds of our fucking joining her little whimpers and mewls.

“Yes, sweetheart. Your cunt strangling my hard dick. God, I’m going to give you so much cum, fill you right up. Give you that sweet cream pie you’ve been waiting for.”

Reaching in between us, I flick her clit and she cries out, her pussy tightening to the point of pain around my cock.

My vision whitens, and every nerve ending focuses on that point of connection.

Mindlessly, I grapple around the bed until I find her hands. Then I link our fingers together tightly, needing this soul-sucking connection, this sex that is more than making love.

It’s a communion of souls.

“I want to make love to you, to be the reason for all your smiles, all your laughter. My heart beats for you. My lungs draw in oxygen because of you. Every part of me exists for you, Olive. Don’t you forget that.

Whenever you’re sad, whenever you’re in the shadows, remember me.

Remember there’s someone out there who thinks you’re his world, that you burn brightest. Remember that… fuck!”

I explode, the pleasure spearing out of me as my cock throbs and gushes out streams of cum inside her.

“Rex!” She spasms underneath me, her body shaking like she’s been shocked with a live wire.

A torrent of wetness spurts out of her.

“My beautiful Olive. My prim and proper doctor. My filthy, lusty squirter.”

The words inflame her, and her shaking becomes full body quakes, the walls of her pussy constricting and releasing in strong tugs, further milking my cock.

Mine.

Pleasure I’ve never felt before blinds my senses.

My mouth parts in an open gasp, my words, my voice leaving me as I move harder, faster over her, hitting her deep inside, angling so I can graze her clit on the way out.

The sounds of our skin smacking against skin echo in the room as my orgasm throbs and continues, unending.

She shrieks. “I-I’m coming again.”

I slam my mouth over hers, swallowing her cries as she thrashes underneath me. Her perfect pussy pulls out all my cum, all my pleasure, all of me, and as I slow down our movements, my soul soaring high in the skies, I’m consumed with so much love, so much peace, I never ever want to wake up.

I kiss her again and again. Until I don’t even know if she’s kissing me or if I’m kissing her. Until I don’t know where she begins and I end. I press my thoughts and sentiments onto her lips, words I can’t say but are bursting out of my chest.

I love you so fucking much, Olivia Lin. You’re my forever, even if I have to let you go.

Because I love you. I love you. I love you.