Talk To Me

42. You are mine

"I can bring you pleasure like you've never known, better than anyone else in bed."

That's how it all started. I could've turned him down, but there was a part of me itching to prove this arrogant man wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have come with him tonight. He hasn't stopped touching me, and even though he's been holding back lately—taking care not to push me too far—I find myself wanting more, even as a part of me fears his energy will leave me numb everywhere, like last time.

"I thought about you every single day, K," Wale murmured, his hand grazing slowly between my legs. "A month of barely touching you, and it drove me mad, wondering what it'd feel like to hold you again, to see your face, your expressions beneath me..." His voice was laced with desperation as he leaned in, teasing me with soft kisses along my neck. I shivered, whispering for him not to stop. He was moving slowly, his hands roaming over me, careful not to overdo it but setting my skin on fire.

"I want to make you feel incredible, so tell me—where should I touch you?" he whispered. "Tonight, K, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep playing nice..." And with one sudden thrust, he nudged deeper, then paused, his lips brushing my ear as he urged me to tell him what I wanted.

With my back pressed against his chest, I felt completely caged in. He already knew he had all the control here. Even if I wanted to fight him, I couldn't—I was trapped between his arms and the heat coursing through me. And just as I thought I'd fall apart, he tightened his hold, his mouth grazing my neck. "I can't hold out much longer, K, so you'd better tell me before I do whatever I want with you..."

"...stop teasing me...do...do whatever you want..."

I was embarrassed, my words coming out in gasps. I tried to turn away, but he pulled my face back to his, his eyes dark with desire. He held me there, his hand drifting lower, and as he moved against me, I realized he wasn't going to stop until he'd seen every inch of me respond to him. I was burning up, every nerve alive with the way he moved, and he kept his lips on mine, refusing to let go even when I was gasping for air.

"I want to see you, K..." he panted, his voice rough. "I want to make you cry tonight..." His thrusts picked up speed, and my hands found their way to his arms, trying to hold on. "Looking at you like this is almost too much—I need to see you properly."

And before I knew it, he'd flipped me to face him. I hated being like this—so bare, vulnerable, with nowhere to hide.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be able to stop," he warned, his eyes burning. "But since you begged me so sweetly, I'll give you everything you want by doing everything I want..."

I almost cried out as he moved again, his intensity leaving me breathless. He didn't miss a beat, just kept his gaze fixed on me, watching me twist and turn beneath him. His hands gripped my waist tightly, each movement sending heat radiating through me. I tried to arch up, to meet him, but every attempt only seemed to spur him on. "Didn't I warn you, K? I'm going to do what I want tonight, so don't even think about stopping me... I want to kiss you, bite you, and hear you moan for me..."

I couldn't take it anymore. I reached out, hoping he'd lean down and kiss me, give me something to ground myself in all this heat. But instead, he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, holding me firmly in place. His gaze locked on mine, intense and unwavering as he kept hitting every spot with precision. My body felt like it was about to break, waves of heat building up everywhere, numbing and burning all at once. As he bent down, his lips found mine, his relentless pace still driving me to the edge. This man was going to be the death of me.

"K...you're beautiful..." he murmured, almost in a trance, his hands firm on my waist. His voice was low, a little shaky, as he kissed along my face, my eyes, my lips. "Stay with me...don't go anywhere...you're mine."

The way he said it, the gentleness in his voice, sent a tear down my cheek. He noticed, lifting himself enough to look at me with a soft smile.

With a deep breath, he shifted again, lifting my legs over his shoulders, his movements never slowing. I'd lost count of how many times I'd come undone, my body barely able to take it. And yet, every touch, every word made something new build up, coiling tight inside me. I felt my whole body tremble, the sensation overwhelming, his voice echoing in my ears.

Afterward, he kept his arms around me, kissing me tenderly, as if he never wanted to let go. We lay there, just staring at each other, and though I couldn't read his mind, I could guess from that smile of his that he was pleased. And even now, it amazed me that he was mine, that this man was drawn to me, not to someone like Cherry who could give him so much more. She was about to make him a father. He hadn't spent much time with her through the pregnancy, and here we were, far from home, lulled by the sound of waves and warm sunlight. I couldn't help but feel a pang, wondering how much longer we'd have moments like this before his life was taken over by fatherhood, before he'd be wrapped up in that part of his life, while I drifted somewhere else.

"Are you unsatisfied, or just wishing for more?" he asked with a smirk, his tone teasing. His energy amazed me—where did it come from? He was relentless, with a stamina that didn't seem to match his easygoing exterior.

"I was just thinking," I replied honestly. "You're about to be a dad soon, and you haven't seen Cherry in months..." I trailed off, the weight of it sinking in. "I never imagined becoming a guardian or...well, anything like that."

"You don't need to be anything but yourself, K. Sure, it'll be an adjustment, but I'd rather go through it with you. If you left, I'd track you down with my child in my arms, and I wouldn't stop until I found you." He gave me a quick kiss, then looked me in the eye, his voice firm. "You still don't get it—you're mine."

"I'm not going anywhere," I promised. "But I won't date you. I told you, I'm not dating someone with a child."

"Keep telling yourself that," he replied, grinning. "We already do everything couples do, don't we? We kiss, we love, we live together, we go out—we have each other. So as far as I'm concerned, I already have you."

There was no arguing with him. I sighed. "And what about the future? Will you be living alone with the child, or is Cherry going to be there too?"

"She made it clear she doesn't want to raise the baby once it's born. After we broke up, we agreed she'd carry the pregnancy to term and then hand over the child. We even signed a contract to that effect. I told her she could stick around for a few months to help adjust, but she refused. So it'll just be me, my child, and a nanny I've already hired."

He'd planned everything, and here I was, worrying for no reason. Maybe I should stop looking so far ahead. After all, Cherry, Todo, even Wale—they all had their lives. I needed to focus on mine.

"Todo taught me a few things about his business during the search," I said, surprising myself. "I liked it, and I think...I could see myself working in that world. It'd give me a purpose, something real."

The moment the words left my mouth, Wale's expression darkened. "I don't like the idea of you spending so much time with Todo."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't care what you think, Wale. When we get back, I'm living life on my terms."