Present
I pad through the apartment on silent feet. I passed the guys on their way out of the lobby, with my fucking brother, of all people. What the hell he was doing here, I have no idea, but it no doubt has something to do with me. I glance around, looking for Marco, only to hear him puttering around in the kitchen. Once I get there, I knock my knuckles against the door jam, announcing my presence and leaning my hip against it.
Marco doesn’t bother to turn around, he just sighs and calls out, “I swear I will shoot you if you don’t leave me the fuck alone.”
A smirk teases my lips. “I’d rather you didn’t,” I respond dryly. The muscles in his back tense before he lets out a whoosh of air and spins to face me. His eyes widen as they connect with mine, and I don’t bother trying to hide my smile.
“Sloane,” he whispers in disbelief and his hands grasp the island that stands between us, as though he’s trying to stay on that side of the kitchen rather than grab hold of me.
I wouldn’t mind if he did grab hold of me, as long as he never let go.
“Marco,” I say with a smile before approaching him.
Marco doesn’t take his eyes off me as I tentatively walk around the island and step up to him. I’m not even sure he’s breathing once I finally reach him and tilt my head to look up at him.
“So I was forced into girls’ night tonight,” I say conversationally. He hums as I lay my palm on his chest, feeling his heartbeat thud erratically under his shirt. “They made me realize something.”
His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. “And what’s that?” he rasps.
“That no one living is to blame for what happened all those years ago,” I murmur as I slide my hands up his chest and wrap them around his neck. “That I can move on without forgetting. That I can be happy without letting go. That I shouldn’t let my father still take from me from beyond the grave.”
I stare into his eyes and he tilts his head down so our foreheads are almost touching.
“They made me realize that we can work through everything together. In fact, I think we can have so much more than what we had back then. I don’t want to be away from you, Marco. I want to work on us. I want to fix us. I just want you.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before his lips are on mine and his hands are grabbing my thighs, lifting me up to sit on the counter.
“Are you sure about this?” he murmurs against my lips.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
All the tension that he was holding seems to release from his body as he sighs, steps between my legs, and frames my face with his hands.
“You have no fucking idea how happy I am that you’re here, baby,” he whispers and presses a kiss to my cheek. “I’ve been waiting ten years for you, and I’d wait ten more if I had to. Fuck, Sloane. I’d wait a damn lifetime to only have you for one day.”
“I want so much more than just a day, Marco. I want forever with you,” I admit.
He swallows as he stares at me. “Forever,” he says, his lips tipping up in one of his rare smiles before he kisses me with everything he has. It’s not rough or demanding like I’d thought it’d be considering I left him, but slow, and sweet, and so fucking him that it makes my full body tremble against him. His tongue lazily parts my lips before sweeping inside. I moan into his mouth as I tug on his hair in an attempt to bring him closer.
“I need you, Marco,” I whisper. “Give me all of you.”
A groan reverberates through his throat. “Do you remember the first time I touched you?” he murmurs. “The first time I tasted you, right here in this kitchen?”
I nod. “That’s not something I could ever forget.”
“Good,” he says with a smirk. “But let’s refresh your memory, shall we? For old times’ sake.”
“Mmm,” I murmur as his lips descend on my neck and he undoes the button on my jeans. “Lift,” he orders, and I lean back and tilt my hips up so he can bring my jeans and panties down before he throws them to the floor. Unlike last time, I don’t want to be the only one naked. I want to feel him, feel his skin against mine and trace the tattoo he got for me with my fingers.
I slowly unbutton his shirt before peeling it away from his shoulders and he takes a step away from me, making me whimper. He smirks and loosens his belt before taking off his pants.
“I want you naked,” he says pointedly, and I dutifully remove my sweater, leaving on my bra.
“That’s not naked, Sloane,” he groans admonishingly before he stalks back towards me. He reaches around me and unclasps my bra. I let it fall to the floor and watch as he walks backwards away from me.
“Just for that, I want you on your knees,” he grunts.
Fuck, I love this side of him.
The side only I see.
I jump down from the counter and go to approach him, only he holds up a hand to halt my motions.
“Crawl,” he orders, and I raise a questioning brow.
“Show me what a good, obedient little slut you are and crawl to me.”
Shivers wrack their way up my spine as my blood heats. No one has ever had the effect on me that he does. In fact, if any other man spoke to me the way he does, they’d probably end up dead.
My body responds to the order he has given me before I even have a chance to think it through. I drop to the floor. The hit of my knees on the cold wood sends a zap of pain through me, but I push it aside and adjust myself so I’m on my hands and knees. My hair hangs down, framing my face and trailing along the floor as I crawl forwards.
“Holy fuck,” he curses. “You’re perfect, little warrior.”
Once I reach him, I look up and find him staring down at me in awe.
“You want a taste?” he asks while fisting his hard length with a hard look on his face.
I know that face.
I know exactly what he wants.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please let me taste you. Please fuck my face,” I beg, and he tips his head back as he groans.
“Jesus, Sloane,” he mutters before swiping the tip of his cock against my lips, letting me taste the drop of pre cum that had gathered and I hum approvingly before taking him deep into my mouth. Marco’s hands find my hair and grip my head in place so I’m unable to move, but that doesn’t stop me from torturing him with my tongue. I slide my tongue up the underside of his cock, reveling in the little grunts he lets out as he starts to slowly fuck my mouth.
“So fucking good, baby,” he mutters. “I fucking hate the fact that other men have been able to see you like this,” he says, almost to himself.
I try to shake my head, but the hold he has on me makes it so I can’t move. He must pick up on my intention, because he smirks down at me.
“You haven’t gotten on your knees for another man?” he asks, and I shake my head again.
“Mmm. That’s because you’re only a little cock slut for me, isn’t it? You may have been with other people while we were apart, but none of them were able to ruin you the way I do, were they?”
Another shake of my head.
“So fucking good, Sloane,” he rasps. “So fucking beautiful, taking my cock down that pretty throat of yours.”
He thrusts to the back of my throat, and I fight against gagging. Instead, I swallow around the head of his cock and he lets out a string of curses in response.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans and quickly pulls back, leaving me a panting mess with saliva running down my chin. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He shakes his head before bending down and lifting me off the floor, walking back over to the counter. He lays me down atop of the kitchen counter and presses a kiss to my naval before working his way down my body.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Sloane.” He looks up and his eyes connect with mine. “I thought you were gorgeous back then, but nothing could compare to the way you look right now. My memories could never compete with the sight of you laid out, ready and waiting for me like this. I missed the hell out of you, Sloane. And now that I have you back? Yeah… I’m never letting you go. I’m yours.”
He bends down and inhales my scent.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers before he consumes me.
He doesn’t start off slow or gentle. No, he just digs in. His tongue laps at my clit while he fucks me with his fingers in a punishing rhythm, curving them every time they enter me so they hit just the right spot. You can hear my arousal with every thrust, my moans filling the air as he pushes me over the edge. My vision goes white and I feel like I’m floating as I find my release. It seems to go on forever before I finally come back to myself. I open my eyes to find Marco smirking down at me as I tremble beneath him.
“Such a pretty sight, watching you come undone for me. Does my pretty little slut want my cock?” he asks with a dark chuckle.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what, little warrior?”
This asshole. Always making me beg for it.
“I need you. I’ve missed you. I need your cock, Marco. Please.”
His only response is a long groan. He grabs my hips and pulls me towards him so I’m positioned at the end of the counter, any further and I’d be falling off.
But I know he would never let that happen.
Marco lines himself up at my entrance, but he brings his eyes to mine before pushing inside, as though he’s asking if I’m sure.
I don’t blame him for doubting it, considering all I’ve done since coming back to the city is push him away, but I’ve finally realized that I don’t want to live with my life without him.
I need him. I’m not complete without him.
“Please fuck me, Marco,” I whisper, and his eyes darken before he slams into me with one deep thrust, pulling a scream from my throat.
