Forget

*Him*

I sat on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands and a light sheet covering my lap. The light from the moon shone in the room, making my shadow appear on the floor.

I looked back, inhaling sharply at the sight of Inesa sleeping peacefully. Her bare chest moved up and down in the pattern of her breath. The sight was painfully heart-wrenching. In a beautiful way.

I closed my eyes for a moment and remembered the look of her just a few hours ago. That kiss had turned passionate quickly, and before we could stop ourselves, our clothes were off and we fucked as if it was the air we breathed.

It was intense, and fast. I hadn’t even had time to look at her, and touch her. I just needed to be inside her. It was over too quickly, but damn were we tired.

Mentally, physically and emotionally. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, but I awoke suddenly.

Now, body ached for the need to sleep, but my brain would not quiet.

Nightmares ruled my nights. I could not remember the last time I slept without the interruptions of night terrors. I was thankful that the one that woke me up tonight had been quiet enough to allow Inesa to keep sleeping.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself, running my hands through my hair.

No matter how many times I left my demons, they always seemed to come back.

“Kian?”

I sighed, clenching my jaw, angry that I had woken her.

She shifted behind me, pressing her chest to my back and wrapping her arms around my waist. She laid her soft cheek on my shoulder and I felt her breath on my neck.

Like a calming tonic, her touch slowed my heart rate.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, grabbing her hand and bringing it up to my lips. I tasted her skin on my tongue and it made me hunger for her again. I would never get enough of her.

“I’m fine, just a bad dream.”

She pressed her nose to my ear, nibbling on the skin of my earlobe, “I can help you forget.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and I felt myself harden at the sound of her breathy voice, “Isn’t this evidence enough that I’m too far gone?”

“What do you mean?” She whispered, moving her tongue down my neck.

“It’s only been a few hours since we fucked and I still haven’t forgotten.”

Not the hell that was prison. Not the hell that was Jacob’s lifeless body. Not the hell that was life without her.

She grabbed my face and forced me to look at her, “Then we just won’t stop.”

My sight oscillated between her eyes and it was satisfying to see the same hunger in her that I felt in the pit of my stomach. I let my gaze linger on her eyes, her lips, before I ran my eyes down to her breasts.

Those beautiful brown nipples turned perky under my gaze and I clenched my jaw. Not wanting to repeat the absolute messy, fast and hard fuck I had given her a few hours ago.

Now? Now I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to get to know her body again. To see all the ways it had changed and all the ways it had stayed the same.

I wanted to worship her.

I pulled the sheet that covered her below the waist and grabbed her hips, lifting her onto my lap.

She inhaled sharply as I grabbed my cock and settled it between the lips of her already wet pussy and my stomach.

I gripped her hips, letting my fingers dig into the soft skin of her ass and gently began to rub her up and down my length.

Her lips parted wider and she exhaled a moan, “Kian.”

“Yes, baby?”

I maneuvered my hand to cup her ass and slowly inserted my middle finger into the tight entrance of her dripping pussy.

She groaned, “Are you going to fuck me slow now?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

She lifted and lowered her hips, rubbing her clit on my cock and fucking my finger. She was chasing her orgasm, but I wouldn’t let her.

I gripped her hair, pulling her head back until she lost her leverage and couldn’t move her body as easily.

“Slow, baby,” I hissed.

“Kian,” She moaned.

“What, baby?” I curled my finger.

“Please, I’ve been waiting for this f-for years,” She whined.

“You have?” I lifted my own hips, rubbing myself against her until I was dripping wet with her.

“Yes, please Kian, no one makes me feel like you do.”

“Is that right?” I let go of her hair, lifting her off my lap and onto the bed.

She tried to turn to face me, but I gripped her waist and twisted her onto the hands and knees.

“Yes,” She whispered, watching me from the mirror as I rolled a condom down my growing erection.

Her eyes were wide, her lips parted in expectation. Her cheeks were already warm and pink from her excitement and it made me feel so fucking alive.

So fucking put together.

Even if my mind was fucked up.

She pressed her chest to the bed, lifting up her ass until it aligned perfectly with my cock.

I smiled at her reflection and teased her with a gentle swipe at her dripping entrance.

“Kian,” She begged, pressing her hips back toward me, “Please, I want you.”

I swiped at her entrance again.

“Need you,” She moaned.

Her skin was soft, beginning to prickle with pleasure as I stroked the skin of her back. I exhaled slowly, watching the curve of her spine in the reflection of the mirror. It ended in a perfectly round heart, her ass was a sight to behold.

“Kian, please fu-”

I grunted deep in my throat when I thrusted myself deep inside of her without letting her finish her words. Her fingers extended and she gripped the sheets on the bed, still trying to push herself harder against me.

“Damn, baby,” I wrapped my hands around her waist, stilling her.

I wanted to go slow, but the feeling of her around me had me second guessing my intentions. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my breath turning short.

My throat turned heavy as I thought of all the time we had missed. All the time I had forced us to miss. I could have been doing this the past four years?

I looked down, beginning to thrust myself out and back in.

Slowly.

Inesa shivered beneath me, resting her forehead on her arm.

I stilled.

“Kian,” She complained, trying to move her hips.

“Look at me, Inesa.”

She moaned, deep and slow and lifted her face to watch me through the reflection.

There were tears in her eyes, and amazement in her pupils as she locked her gaze with mine.

She was a sight to behold. The sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I felt her pulse around me and I began to thrust again, never letting her look away.

My chest exploded with the sudden realization that I was happy, that she made me happy. She was the only thing that I required for my happiness.

And she chose me. Again.

I grunted, holding back the explosion of my pleasure. I wanted this to last, to not ever again forget the feeling of being with her. Of being inside her.

My fingers found their way to her clit, and she whimpered as I began to massage it. It was hard and slick under my touch.

Her legs shook and the pain of pleasure in the pit of my stomach grew. Like a rubber band about to snap. I grunted, gritting my teeth together and clenching my jaw as I reminded myself to go slow.

“Fuck,” She whispered slowly.

And damn, did that fucking rubber band snap. I grunted, gripping her harder as I let my orgasm run through me.

She watched me in the mirror, her brows furrowing before she shut her eyes tightly. She groaned, and she pulsed around my length.

I kept my fingers circling around her clit and she grabbed my wrist.

“Please, Kian. It’s too much.”

With my arm wrapped around her waist, I lifted her until her back was against my chest.

“Look at me, baby,” I whispered in her ear.

She exhaled brokenly and slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze locked onto mine for only a moment before she shifted her eyes to my hand circling her clit.

“Please,” She moaned.

I pressed harder, and she inhaled sharply before shattering into another orgasm. I watched her skin as it broke out into a wave of goosebumps. Fuck. She was flawless.

I pulled myself from her and laid her down, joining her. I kissed her, molding my lips to hers until she could not keep her eyes open.

“I love you, Kian,” She whispered.

I smiled at her, almost laughing from the pure content I felt. She hummed to herself softly, shifting her body until she was cocooned against my side.

Fuck. This was how I wanted every night to go. I grabbed her hand in mine, caressing the skin on her fingers. I fell asleep to the sound of her soft breathing, and to thoughts of her.

I fell asleep thinking about that ring in my car.

Because I meant it when I said that this was forever. That she was my everything.