How It's Said

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty One

Eric’s POV

I wrap my arms around her, my hands digging in tightly but she doesn’t seem to mind. Our mouths battle, tongues dueling in a warm dance as our hips move together. I love the taste and feel of Anna pressed up against me. I don’t know how but I know this is how it’s meant to be. Her and I tight together, everyone and everything else fades to the background.

I grip her tight, lifting her, urging her to wrap her legs around me. She understands what I want as she wraps her legs tight around her, her ankles locking at my back. I want us to be skin to skin, nothing between us. Before I can comprehend what’s come over me I rip at her shirt, tearing it over her head before she has a chance to object. Her flat stomach is taunt and her breasts move which each rough breath.

I smile, she’s beautiful. No, she’s not. She’s fucking perfect. Nothing compares to my Anna. Mine? I allow that word to move around in my head for a moment. Yeah, mine. I grin, she’s fucking mine. She might not know it yet but she is mine. I don’t care what shit we might have been through before I went all soap-opera on her, but we can work through it all she has to do is trust me.

I move my hands to her back, running over soft, smooth skin as I move towards the clasp of her bra. With nimble fingers I quickly unsnap it, letting the straps droop and slide down her arms.

I can see her flush as I look down at her. Soft, pale skin is bare completely from the waist up, nothing keeping me from seeing her rosy nipples which are pebbled in a way that I know isn’t from being exposed to cold air.

She wants me as much as I want her. I growl deep in my chest, my hand moving the back of her neck, bringing her mouth roughly to mine. I kiss her deeply, biting at her lip, letting her know who the fuck is in charge. She moans as I release her mouth, moving hard kisses down her throat until I reach my favorite spot of all. I kiss her neck with a gentleness I didn’t know I had in me. I’ve given her so many hickies before, but this is different. This is me claiming my girl for the entire world to see. She is fucking mine and I want every guy she passes to know she’s taken.

I press open-mouthed kisses to her neck, making her moan so sweetly before I suck on the skin. I release her after a few seconds. I keep my arms wrapped around her but I pull back enough to look at her face. Her eyes are closed, her chest heaves as pleasure courses through her. I kiss her lips one more time before I lower us to the floor. I lay her on the plush rug, the fabric soft under her sensitive skin.

I kiss my way across her chest, her breasts heaving with each breath she takes. Taking her nipple in my mouth I suck hard, biting at the taunt peak. A high pitched gasp escapes her as I move to the side of her breast. I press hot kisses to her before sucking the skin into my mouth. I want to mark her, all of her. She is mine.

Right now I don’t give a damn about anything. I don’t care that I might have fucked up our relationship before. All I care about is right now, right here with Anna. In this moment she is the only thing that matters, the only thing I actually fucking care about.

I pull back from her, bracing my weight above her with my hands placed on either side of her head. I let my eyes move slowly up and down her semi-nude form. Her breasts are flushed, marks of my possession on either side. Her mouth is parted softly, her lips swollen, her eyes fluttering as she meets my gaze. I smile, running the back of my hand down her cheek before letting my gaze move down her body once more.