Page 31 of The Final Storm
He nods and swallows hard. “I want to be with you all the time. Every minute you’re in my thoughts. Every morning you’re the first thing I think about.” He reaches for me again, and I let him. His hands cup my face while his thumb runs along my bottom lip. “You’re in my thoughts before I sleep. I dream of you. When I wake up, I want to reach for you, even if you’re not there. You’re a part of me.”
I shake my head, pressing my nails harder into his skin, feeling the hot tears glide down my cheeks. “This doesn’t change things like you think it does,” he repeats. “It’s… a complication. That’s all.”
“But your wife is alive. You’re married to someone else,” I scream, finally allowing myself to speak the words. Worry lines crease his forehead. His forlorn expression breaks the steel exterior he’s maintained the past few weeks. He moves his mouth to mine. I shove him away. “You’re married,” I remind him.
“To you,” he growls. His mouth is back on mine, and I shake my head in response, breaking our lips apart.
“No, you don’t understand.” The pain in my chest takes my voice, and the words crack when I speak. “You l-loved her, and she’s back. You c-can’t have us both.”
“I only want you. In my mind, she broke us when she chose the AOE. It ended. It’s over. I’m with you.”
“But she didn’t choose the AOE. She’s not tits up in a lake somewhere.”
“I’m married to you,” Sam growls again.
“Only on some paperwork full of lies that Dean burned to ash,” I argue.
“I’m married to you!” he screams, banging a fist on the wall behind me, sending an echo through the room so loud it crashes against my chest, and I gasp from the noise.
He doesn’t give me time to respond this time and crashes his lips back to mine, invading my mouth with a forceful tongue. He breaks free moments later, breathless, his chest heaving against me. “How can I show you? How can I prove it to you?”
I don’t know how to answer him. I want to know deep in my soul that this doesn’t change us. I run my hand along my stomach where I grew our daughter. I feel it, the pull to him, the love for him. If I allowed myself to calm down, maybe I’d feel the sense of certainty I desire.
“How do I make it better?” Sam pleads, taking my face in his hands. His hot breath puffs against my cheek begging for an answer. “It’s only you and our children.”
Could he be right? Could this be an unfortunate reunion that means nothing for our future?
I reach up and touch his stubbled jaw. He’s always been so perfect, so loyal. Luke calls him a golden retriever. That could help me or hurt me if I think about it too much.
Sam reaches up and covers my hand with his. “How? I’ll do anything.”
My disbelief from moments ago transforms into jealousy. A hot rage courses through my veins and the thought of Cecilia invading our life this way.
This is my Sam, my husband. She made a choice and almost broke him. She can’t come back and expect things to be as they were. Too much time has passed.
I lean forward and kiss him. The joining of our lips this time lights a fire and heat flares within me, full of anger and lust. His hands move to my pants, sliding them down over my ass. I kick them away when the cotton hits the floor. Shaking fingers tug at his buttons while his hand invades my panties, cupping my sex, letting one finger stroke between my folds.
“Your mine and I’m yours,” he demands. His voice is different this time. It’s no longer a plea or a question. He’s ordering me to hear him, to believe him.
I nod, freeing his cock and stroking his length. He groans and pushes me against the wall, my ass hitting the cold metal, causing my hips to thrust forward. “Fuck,” he breathes, moving his finger inside me. “Is it too soon? Does this hurt?”
I shake my head, no, unable to form the words, pumping him harder. His cock pulses in my hands, and I rub my thumb along his leaking tip.
“Slow,” I say. “J-just take it slow.”
He strokes me gently, rubbing my clit and dipping his finger deeper. “Together,” he vows. “In every way. This is mine. We’re bound together, forever. Do you understand?”
My body shudders, and I whimper at his words. I want them to be true. I force myself to believe them at this moment.
He removes his touch, and I groan, his lips stifling the sound. I’m lifted against the wall, my legs wrapping around his back, his tip hovering at my entrance. “Tell me if I hurt you.” He’s not looking at me when he speaks. His eyes focus on where our bodies meet. It feels like our joining brings us back together in more ways than just the physical. It’s not just sex between us. I know that, but the need to have him inside me, for us to be one, is powerful. That connection always makes everything right again.
He enters me, inch by glorious inch, pinning me to the wall. I’m so wet that there’s the slightest pinch at first, but no pain. I cry out, and he pauses, his eyes darting across my strained face. He’s flush against me, inside to the hilt, but hesitates to do more, waiting on my command.
“Don’t stop,” I demand. He slides out, sending pinpricks of pleasure over my skin. His hand moves to my jaw, forcing our eyes to meet. The rush of heat moves to my center when he pushes back inside, filling me once more.
“Is this how I prove it to you? Is this how I show you? You’re mine and I’m yours.” His hips pull back and then he enters me again, taking my breath. “Say it.”
Too much time has passed since he took me like this, and I forgot the pure ecstasy of being taken by him, being filled with Sam. Warmth pulses through my limbs and the best I can offer is a mewl after each thrust.
