Page 54 of Run to Me
I’m not gentle as I continue my thrusts. No, I fuck her like I have something to prove, like the fact that she is fuckingmine.I’m like a man possessed, my control completely gone as I take her without restraint. My fingers dig into her hips so hard it’ll probably leave bruises, but I’m too far gone to care, loving the idea of it beingmeleavingmymarks on her. I want to fucking embed myself within her, crawl under her skin, burrow myself inside of her, infect her with the dark parts of me, have her so gone for me she can’t see a life without me.
I want her to need me the same way I need her.
“Enzo,” she moans, and I grunt as her pussy spasms around me. Her body shudders beneath me as she screams and finds her release, dragging me under with her, my lips finding hers as my body jerks and I empty myself inside her.
My fingers release her hips and I wrap my arms around her, resting my head in the crook of her neck, holding her to me as we both catch her breaths. It’s only once I come down from the high that I realize I’ve probably hurt her, and she hasn’t said a word.
“Angel?” My voice is unsure, all confidence from earlier gone as my body tenses at the thought of me hurting her.
“Huh,” she mumbles against my hoodie, since I never got around to taking it off.
“Are you okay? Did I… did I hurt you?”
She pulls away from me, and my heart is in my motherfucking throat as I peel my eyes open to look down at her. Only it’s not the anger, sadness, repulsion or pain I see in her gaze like I had expected. It’s confusion, and something that looks a lot like love, but I’m not naïve enough to hope for that.
“You only hurt me in ways that I wanted. It was perfect, Enzo. Don’t start second guessing yourself now when you’ve just given me the best sex of my life.” She scowls at me, and it’s fucking adorable.
“Fuck, you’re something else,uccellina.”
I sit back down in the chair and pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. This always seems to be how we end up, her legs wrapped around my waist and arms around my neck.
“Will you tell me why you call me that now?”
I smile at her and press a kiss to her forehead. “I call you ‘little bird’ because just the sight of you gives me hope and a sense of freedom I’ve never felt before. You quiet my demons and give me peace. You’re my little bird because I want to protect you, cherish you, love you, and fly free from the burden of chaos with you.”
Her eyes are wide, her mouth gaping as I hold my breath and wait for her response. We may have been together for a couple of weeks now, but this is the first time we’ve really addressed that fact. We kinda went from zero to one hundred without evenso much of a conversation. She fit so perfectly into my life, in my home that I never really felt the need. I don’t even know where she stands.
“You want to love me?” she whispers.
“I already do, angel,” I say softly.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Robyn
He loves me.
I knew he had feelings for me.Obviously. A guy doesn’t just stalk someone, protect them, move them in and do everything he has done for me if they didn’t. But hearing it from him, that he actually loves me shatters the last wall I had in place.
I’ve been so used to not being seen, and seeing myself as unlovable, that I never really thought it was a possibility for him to ever feel that way about me. I’ve been waiting for him to grow bored of me, for him to let me go. I’ve been dreading the day that happened, knowing it would be the final straw and that I would finally break.
Only that’s not what happened. As usual, this incredible man goes and does the opposite of what I expect him to do.
“I love you too,” I whisper, and his eyes practically bug out of his head.
“Come again?” he whispers, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.
“I love you.”
“What? How? Why?” Disbelief written all over his face, like he wants to believe me but just doesn’t know how.
“You came into my life and rewrote my DNA, changing it so it fits perfectly with yours and making it so I can’t exist without you. You may not think you deserve me, that your sharp edges will cut me open, and you’ll ruin me. But I think the opposite, I think your darkness kinda reminds me of the night sky—beautiful to look at. And your sharp edges fit perfectly with my broken ones, you won’t ruin me, Enzo. All you’ve done from the moment you bombarded your way into my life is put me back together and show me what it’s like to feel complete.”
Moisture forms in his eyes, and I watch, completely transfixed as a single tear sheds from his eye and do the only thing I can think of—I bring my thumb to his cheek and pick it up the same way he did mine not too long ago and bring it to my lips, sharing the pain he’s shedding and keeping a part of it for myself. Keeping a part ofhimfor myself.
“Fuck, Robyn,” he rasps and brings his mouth to mine, kissing me slowly before I rise to my knees and lower myself back down onto him, to show him just how much I love him right here on my desk chair.
“Can’t I just stay here? I don’t want to intrude on their home,” I say for the third time in the last hour.