Forever Us (Always and Forever 4)

“I don’t want you to ever fear me not believing you. I will always believe you. You can trust me, L,” I whisper with a low rumble. Her clear brown eyes never leave mine as I step closer to her. Our bodies meet, and on instinct, her hands rest on my hips and my large palms open on her smooth face, nearly covering it completely.

Leaning into my hands as her eyes flutter shut, a rosy blush shows on her cheeks, warming with my touch.

“Let me come home tonight,” I whisper, searching every inch of her face.

“Yes, come home.” Lana’s eyes open softly, lazily, as she blinks like she just woke up.

“Mmmm, baby,” I moan. It’s pained and relieved all at once. The roles have completely reversed in our relationship. Once, I was the chaser, the one to easily forgive and take her back with open, willing arms, all while she casted me out whenever shit got a little too deep.

Now, she is grasping at me, clinging to me for forgiveness and begging me to come back in and stay there. We are finally the queen and king, dominant and protector. Lana is not a submissive woman and never will be. She will always be dominant in nature, but I will always be her king.

I lean in and kiss her, my lips crashing down on her plush ones. My thumbs graze over the dimples in her cheeks as her skin tightens when I pull, trying to ravish her with my mouth. My cock grows with the building desire I have had pent up for months now.

Lana moves her hands up the back of my shirt, the harsh coldness against my skin stinging me, making my cock grow harder, fully tenting my jeans. I don’t care we’re in a parking lot. I haven’t had her in months, and I’m unable to control it when I start grinding my cock against her tight, tiny stomach.

“Mmmm,” She moans into my mouth, using her hands on my back to pull me in closer. My hands leave her face and brace against the Jeep on each side of her head so she can push her body fully against me. Lifting her hands higher, she grips my shoulders and closes the gap between us so every part of us is touching.

My head feels dizzy, and the more I sit here kissing her, the more I lose my surroundings. We could get caught, but fuck if I care.

“Take me to the studio?” She pulls away, moving her lips to my neck, latching onto the skin where my black king’s crown sits overlaying a red rose. Her lips pucker and she sucks. Lana is marking my fucking king crown. Damn it, that’s fucking hot.

“Get in the car,” I demand, my voice low and disembodied. I don’t sound like me, because right now, I’m not the man Lana loves. I’m the fucking beast she craves.

“Yes, sir.” Finally unlatching from me, she turns to leave, but before she rounds the car, I grab her arm and pull her into me, her back against my hard front. She gasps, her breath heavy and needy.

One of my arms rounds her front and grabs her pussy over her jeans, and the other goes to her small, supple tit. I move the hair from her neck with my chin and place my lips against her ear. “I wont be gentle. You made a man wait months. I’m gonna fuck you on my desk, make you leak my cum, and your sexy fucking pussy juices are gonna linger on my desk so anytime I work, I can smell you. You are gonna wish you wouldn’t have made me wait, baby. So relax that pussy, because I’m about to fucking destroy it.”

“Kings,” she moans, and it echoes through the garage, awakening the jealous alpha in me. Lana has awoken the old me, given breath to the beast that would stalk her in every way possible.

“Get in the car. Those are my moans.” Letting her go with one last squeeze of her breast, I watch as she stumbles and grabs the side of the Jeep for balance. I climb in the driver seat at the same time she moves into the passenger seat. I see arousal all over her as she hands me the keys to start the car. She wants me but knows this won’t be an easy ride. I’m horny, crazed, and hungry for the taste of her.

“Kingston?” she questions, breaking the thick sexual tension in the car.

“Yeah?” Pulling onto the main street, I wait for her response.

“We aren’t making a mistake, right?” she asks, and I keep my eyes focused on the road.

“No. I don’t know. Maybe. That’s all up to you, Lana. If we do this—get back together, I mean—then you have to promise me you won’t slip up.” We’re both fully aware of exactly what I mean. Just because we’re going to give this a shot, doesn’t mean I’m not firmly standing my ground on my expectations. She has to let me in, open up to the therapist, and start healing, so our son can have a normal life, with normal parents.

“I won’t. The...God...the way I felt after I told you both that.”

I peer out of my peripherals at her and she’s looking down. The glint in her eyes and the soft curve to her sideways smirk tells me everything I need to know.

“Amazing,” I answer for her.

“Incredible, safe...freeing.”

“I know. You’re glowing, baby, and it’s only just the beginning. Every time you open up, you’re gonna heal even more. I know it.” Reaching over, the sexual tension still there but slowly taking a back seat, I comfort her for a moment. Placing my hand on her thigh, I smile at her quickly.

“You always believe in me. I don’t understand it.”

“Me neither, Lana. But one thing’s for sure. I picked my poison, and it’s you.”

She shakes her head, biting her lip.

“Right back at you, Kingston Troy. Drink up.” We know we’re toxic, yet we both swallow down the acid willingly, because like I said before, one day within Lana’s light is worth living in a hundred days of her darkness.

We pull up to the studio and her lustful eyes have been eating me up since we left. We’re both intoxicated, and I want to eat her alive. The last time I had my hands on her completely uninhibited was before our son. The one time we had sex after, she was so far removed it was like I was fucking a body, not making love to my woman.