Page 114 of Firefly
“You carved me into your skin?” I ask, and he chuckles.
“Yes, baby. I did,” he states, continuing to suck my nipples while his fingers dig into my ass, spreading my cheeks.
“Can I get one for you?” I ask, and he stills.
“No! You will not touch this perfect skin,” he growls, and I roll my eyes.
“My body. My choice,” I say as his eyes flash to mine.
“Do it and see what happens,” he warns, and I laugh.
“Oh, now we’re going to kill the tattoo artist that does it?” I ask with a raised brow, and he smirks. “Jesus Christ—”
“Shut up,” he grits, lifting me by my thighs and slamming me against the wall.
“Or what?” I groan as the tip of his dick sits at my entrance.
“Ride me!” he orders, sinking inside me. We both moan as he pulls out then slams back in, only to rip me away from the wall and walks us over to the couch.
He sits down and grips my hips painfully. I shove my hands into his hair, pulling his head back, and rock against him, then lift only to sink back down hard. His body trembles as we kiss. His hands spread my cheeks, thrusting up into me as I slam down, tightening around him.
My body shivers and goosebumps litter my skin as I ride his cock. I sink my nails into his scalp as my teeth drag down his jaw, making him hiss. My movements become erratic while I chase my orgasm.
“Fuck! Hayden… I’m—I’m,” I whine, and he growls, slamming up into me, then reaches between us and flicks my clit.“Oh. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” I scream as my pussy flutters around him and my body shakes uncontrollably.
“Mmm, yes. I love watching you cum,” he growls, not letting up on my clit. He pinches it as my hips roll and his fingers dig deeper into my thigh. “Just like that, Firefly. God, you’re so tight. Fuck!” he moans.
“Shit. I’m-I’m cumming,” I scream as another orgasm roars through me.
“Just like that, baby. Shit,” he groans as I feel his dick twitch inside me.
“Oh. God. You feel so fucking good,” I say as he growls deep in his chest.
“Firefly…” he moans as his body trembles beneath me, and I slow my pace, letting him fill me to the brim.
“Fuck, Hayden,” I pant as he presses his forehead against mine.
“I love you, Firefly,” he whispers against my lips.
“I love you more, Hayden,” I say as he wraps his arm around me and lays my head against his chest. I listen to his pounding heart. And for a little while… nothing exists except us. Not fathers. Not Brayden. Nothing. Just Hayden loving me hard enough to make up for every year we lost.
Hours later, the room smells like sweat and us as I lay tangled against his chest while his fingers lazily trace circles down my spine. Neither of us speaks for a long time. Because speaking means reality comes back eventually. And neither of us wants it yet.
“You’re staying next weekend too,” Hayden murmurs, and I smile softly against his skin.
“Bossy.”
“You like it.” He chuckles, and he’s right.I fucking love it.
I lift my head slightly to look at him. “What if my father notices?” I ask, and his expression darkens.
“Then I’ll deal with him.”
Fear flickers low inside me. “Hayden...” I warn.
“I mean it.” His hand slides into my hair gently. “I’m done letting people take you away from me,” he whispers as tears sting unexpectedly behind my eyes. Because no one has ever fought for me like this. Not once.
“We’ll figure it out,” he whispers softly. “School. Brayden. All of it.”
