Page 20 of The Impossible

With feverish, shuddering lips, I looked at him and nodded. “I’m yours, finally,” flowed from my lips like an oath.

He was back between my legs with another kiss, then his face lowered to my neck as I felt his large mass at my opening.

“Tell me that shit again,” he murmured into my neck.

“I’m—” I started, but my entire being short circuited

He rested his forehead against mine at the same time he fed himself into me. “Look at me, Nic.”

Our eyes linked, my lips slightly agape. Shit.

“Say it,” he demanded, pushing in further, my center throbbing with each advance.

“I’m yourssss—fuck,” I whined, closing my eyes so tightly I felt the tension in my temples. This moment couldn’t be real.

“Don’t run, open your eyes.” He paused, then thrust so far into me he had to pause again. “Look at me, Nic.”

It felt like forever before I finally opened my eyes, but when I did, he was staring so deep while he rocked into my core that I couldn’t focus. It felt like he was touching my soul, like he wanted me to feel his words.

I did… oh God I did.

I felt like everything was opening, like all of my senses had been heightened and one thing was very clear. I felt him everywhere.

“I’m cu—fuck I’m cumming,” I cried before his lips covered mine momentarily.

“Good girl.” His words lit a fire in me.

“Hmmm. Cum with me,” I begged, knowing damn well I couldn’t take another moment.

His forehead landed against mine again, every thrust unforgiving afterwards.

My legs seized uncontrollably around him, egging him to go harder and deeper.

And his thrusts became less coordinated as he too was on the verge.

We both came so hard we were out of breath, him still grinding into me in a slow, breathless rhythm.

I was wrecked. Regardless of all the shit I talked, I belonged to only him both physically and mentally, regardless of anything.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, the sun blasted through the thin curtains, jumping off everything in the bedroom. I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. One, my phone was ringing off the hook, and two, my internal clock let me know it was time to get up.

I reached for my ringing phone and looked at the screen. Of course, it was Paige calling. It was always Paige.

“You know, if a person doesn’t answer the first three hundred times, it means they’re sleeping, right?” I murmured, slipping from the bed.

“Bitch ,you’re a vampire. You don’t sleep. I mean… unless you got some dick. You haven’t gotten any of that in a wh— Wait, where are you? Your location is showing you’re in Bluffwood Heights.”

“If you have my location, why are you asking where I am? Better question, why the hell are you tracking me?”

“Because when you didn’t answer the first time, I started tracking to make sure you hadn’t been kidnapped. Now who liv⁠—”

A knock had me looking in the direction of the doorway. Instead of Hondo standing there, it was a woman dressed in a full suit.

“Hello, Mrs. Carter. My name is Alysia. I’m your aide or any sort of help when needed while you’re here and in the city. Almost like a home manager. Mr. Carter requested that I check on you when you wake and let you know that your mother-in-law awaits your presence. I have your clothes here and breakfast ready for you in the kitchen when you’re ready.”

I nodded, a little taken aback, because what the hell was a home manager? “Um, okay. Thank you.” I watched her lay shopping bags out before promptly exiting the room.

“Umm, earth to Patience. Who was that and where the hell are you?” Paige’s voice pulled me from the now closed door and back to the phone call as I moved toward the clothes.