My hands fell to his hips while he continued to rock into me, making me wet, ensuring my entire body throbbed for his.
Luckily, I wore a skirt. My one and only skirt with a grey sweater with silver thread.
His touch found my thighs again, swatting the material away, hooking his fingers into the cotton between my legs. “I can’t stop. I doubt I’ll ever be able to stop.”
I expected him to put me down and wait until I’d removed my underwear, but I’d pushed him too far, and he merely yanked the fabric aside and drove two fingers deep, deep inside me.
“See, Della?” He withdrew and plunged inside me again. “This is what happens when you push me.” He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. He was ruthless and merciless and I loved it.
His hand cupped me as his fingers pulsed, dragging heat from everywhere. “Is this what you want? Tell me this is what you want. Tell me this is okay. Goddammit, Della, tell me you need me as much as I need you because I’m going out of my goddamn mind.”
I convulsed as he rocked his fingers so deep, a sliver of pain cut through me. Pain that only made my pleasure all that more intense. “Yes. God, yes.”
“This is what you pushed me for? This is what you’ve broken me for?”
“Yes!”
His touch rocked up, pulsating in the perfect way he knew I loved. I moaned as my body responded with tingling, tangling bliss.
“You’ve always driven me wild.” He kissed me again, his tongue lashing and cruel. “Always been too bold.” His kiss turned deeper still, making me breathe him, ensuring my body wasn’t just made up of my cells, but his too. A synergy of bodies. A blending of him and me and past and present and the lovely, lovely knowledge that whatever distance had been between us was no more. “Always been too much for me. So much braver than me.”
“No,” I cried out as he thrust his cock against my leg in time to the fierce drive of his fingers. “You’ve always been braver. I understand now how hard it would’ve been—”
“Hard?” His teeth found my neck again, biting, licking, consuming. A small cough nudged my fear. “Hard is nothing compared to how hard I am now. How fucking hard I am for you.”
I had no reply, only a boneless sigh and a desperation that had a will of its own.
A desperation I’d always had.
A desperation that had always wanted Ren in any way it could have him.
This had always been our future.
There was no way we could fight an attraction like this. No way of denying a connection like this.
This was destiny.
Pure and simple.
Dragging my hips closer to his, Ren broke the kiss and stared down. His lips were red, skin flushed, hair a mess. He looked savage. Clothes were wrong on him when he seemed so primitive and free.
In a flash, I saw him naked in rippled resplendent glory, standing in his chosen home—the forest where we’d shared our childhood. With the trees we called friends, and the river we called parent, behind him.
That was where Ren belonged.
That was where a man so much more than human should be.
With fingers inside me, he cupped my cheek with his free hand, trembling even now, but this time with lust so vicious it tore pieces off our hearts.
We stared at each other.
Him and me.
Us.
And he said, “I told you I loved you, Della.”
“I know.”
“I told you I always have.”
“I know.”
Withdrawing his fingers, he grabbed his cock and lined up with my body. “Are you happy knowing I can’t deny you? Are you pleased with yourself that I have you pinned against the wall and can’t stop? Are you happy that after this, I’ll never know if I loved you the way I should have? That I’ll forever wonder? Forever think of fucking you here, in this room, and no longer care about any of it?”
“Yes. So many times yes.”
“Good.”
I smirked. “Fine.”
He thrust, filling me with one quick impale. “This is what you make me become.” He didn’t wait for me to adjust, just rocked deeper again and again. “This is the power you’ve always had over me ever since I woke up and saw my soulmate and not just my friend.”
My fingers clawed at him.
I gasped as he sought my lips and kissed me as ferociously as he took me against the wall. “This is what I was hiding from you as well as myself.” He thrust. “This.” He drove deeper. “Fuck.” He roared as he tried to climb inside me. “This. It has always been this. Always been you.” His forehead crashed on mine as his rhythm lost any melody. “Fuck, it’s always been you, Della.”
Tears sprang with the heartbreak in which he admitted such a thing.