I get up, yanking on my clothes. He rolls and stares over at me.
“What’re you doin’?”
“You just laid there and let me fuck you, and now you’re going to roll over and sleep? You got to say what you wanted to say earlier, you got to vent, but you never gave me the chance to. So, here’s what I didn’t say. I know I’m dark, I know I’m fucked up, and I know that I don’t forgive easily. Let me tell you why—I’m like that because I had to be. I’m trying. I might not be doing the best job at it, but fuck, Jagger, I’m trying. I don’t pity myself for the life I was given, because people out there have it worse, but I have a right to hurt. I’m here, I’ve lost a lot, but I’m still fucking here because I’m still fighting. I’m fighting to be what you need me to be, and I’m fighting to be what I need me to be. If that isn’t enough for you, then maybe you’re right, maybe we can’t fix this. But I need you to decide, I need this to be resolved, one way or another, because I can’t take this pain anymore. Figure out what you want.”
I turn and walk out the door, not giving him the chance to answer. He’s up and out of the bed before I’ve reached the end of the hall. He grips my arm and spins me around, taking my face in his hands and kissing me with such fury all the breath leaves my body. When he pulls back, his eyes are intense, and he’s staring down at me.
“I won’t walk away from you, I won’t because you’re my everything, Willow. This relationship has tested every damned boundary I’ve ever had, but you’ve pushed me to see so much in myself. But, we’re both in a position where we need to step up or leave. We can’t keep goin’ the way we are. It’ll only end in tears. We have to fight, but more than that, we have to work until this is what we need it to be.”
“You’re worth fighting for,” I whisper.
He scoops me into his arms and walks back to the room where he deposits me onto the bed and grips my panties, dragging them down. He doesn’t touch my top, he just removes my lower layer and stares at my naked flesh. He grips my knees and pulls, spreading my legs until I’m open before him.
“So fuckin’ perfect here, so fuckin’ gorgeous,”
He gets onto his knees and grips my hips, sliding my bottom to the end of the bed. He reaches forward and swipes a finger over my clit, and my head falls back. He slides one finger inside me, then two, and slowly pulls them in and out. God, I’m wound up so damn tight. He groans and leans forward, sucking my clit into his mouth with hungry need. Fuck.
It’s filthy. Filthy and dirty, but I love it. I love every second of it.
He sucks harder, using the tip of his tongue to flick while his mouth does the rest of the work. His fingers slide in and out easier and easier as my body heats up with need. He drags those fingers out, then slides them back in, coordinating them with his sucking and flicking. My moans fill the room as my back arches and an intense orgasm begins to take over. He thrusts his fingers harder and I shatter, screaming as warmth and pleasure spread through me.
He’s standing before I’ve even come down from my high, and my legs are over his shoulders and he’s inside me before even get the chance to speak. He rocks his hips, sliding just the tip in and out of my wet heat. I groan, desperate to feel more. He slides in, then out, slowly, deliberately.
“Jagger, if you don’t fuck me hard I’m going to ...”
He cuts me off by slamming into me. I yelp and then moan when he jerks his hips in that way of his, making those piercings rub me in the right area. I don’t want to even know how long it took him to learn how to use those. I shudder as another orgasm builds, slowly rising higher and higher.
When it releases, I grip the sheets beside me and writhe in pleasure. Jagger is thrusting so hard our skin is slapping together and the look on his face is pure, primal male. He groans raggedly when another release finds him too. He throws his head back and snarls a curse as he pulses hot and deep. When he rolls off, he lands beside me and instantly pulls me into his arms.
“Gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he whispers.
“You probably deserve it.”
He laughs and rolls us, pressing his chest against my back.