𝐒𝐲𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞┃𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞

-Chapter 40-

He grabbed my wrist, lowering my hand and looking back into my eyes. "You're not ruining anything. If you wanted to sit like this the whole night and do nothing, I'd still like that." He shut his eyes tightly and groaned, putting a hand over his head. "Fuck!" He cursed.

"What's wrong?"

"I-umm...nothing." He shook his head. "I'm okay, but like I was saying...it's all up to y-" He winced sharply again and my worry increased. "Fucking asshole," he muttered.

"What?"

"Not you." He sat up, placing his palms behind him as he stared up at the dark ceiling. I sat straddled in his lap, eyeing his strange behavior. His Adam's apple bobbed as he took a few deep breaths, and I recalled his tense movements only a few minutes ago. The movements that seemed to stop when I...

I cupped his cheeks, lowering his face to mine and capturing his lips between mine. Almost immediately, he relaxed and I calmed down knowing that for whatever reason, I was helping him feel better.

With my inhibitions gone, I reached between us and gently grabbed the base of his length. I pulled away from our kiss, looking down at him as I positioned myself above his length. "Are you sure?" he asked me.

I nodded, my eyes flicking down to his lips before moving back to his eyes. With my readiness, his large hands grabbed my hips, and slowly lowered me onto his length. I winced at the subtle pain from his size and closed my eyes, laying my hands on his shoulders and letting him take control.

The pain began to fade with each slow thrust, and I moaned. My head rolled back as a pleasure-filled knot began to burn in my stomach, and Syn's lips attacked my exposed neck. My nails dug into his back with every movement he made sending me over the edge and leaving me gasping for air on top of him.

He wrapped an arm around me, slowly laying me on my back and I shivered on the cool floor. My discomfort was long forgotten as his lips found mine, and he pounded into me, making me scream out into his lips. I felt his hand interlock with mine as he guided mine above my head and continued his deliberate movements.

My toes curled as warm tingles flowed through my body down to the pit of my stomach. "Syn," I whispered.

"Say that again," he said, sucking on the sensitive skin below my ear.

I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering as my mind raced with strings of incoherent words. Even if I wanted to say something else, all that would come out of my mouth was, "Syn," I moaned, the butterflies in my stomach becoming a cluster of knots begging to be released.

"Wait for me, Princess," he commanded softly. His thrusts quickened, his deep strokes making me go wild until I was a jerking mess beneath him. "Come," he ordered simply, his one word becoming my undoing. I trembled beneath him as I reached my orgasm, and he groaned, signaling his own.

When we were done, we were a tangled mess on the floor. He laid between my legs, his head resting on my stomach and I was sprawled out on the floor, gently running my hands through his thick hair. "Can I ask you something?" I asked, interrupting the comfortable silence between us.

"What?"

"What's your favorite color?" He lifted his head, raising a brow as he eyed me, and I smiled at him. "What?"

"You can ask me anything in the world, and you're asking me what my favorite color is?" I nodded, and he sighed. "Red." Of course, his favorite color would be the color of blood. It was ironic, to say the least. "And yours?"

I shrugged. " I don't have one."

"Really?" He questioned. "Because for someone without a favorite color, you have a lot of pink shit."

"Pink shit?" I laughed. "I wouldn't call my stuff 'pink shit', Syn. I don't know if it's my favorite, but I do like it. It makes me feel beautiful in a way."

"I don't think you need to be wearing anything at all to be beautiful," he said in a serious tone. I ignored the heat that flashed through my body at his reply and I looked away from him. "May I ask you something now?" He asked as he laid his head back down on me.

"Go ahead."

"How are you alive? I could've sworn I lost you."

I bit the inside of my cheek. "I wish I knew all the details," I admitted. "All I know is that I woke up with a note in my hand from the stalker saying 'you're welcome'."

"Shit," he cursed, pulling away from me and sitting up. "I'm going to fucking kill whoever this is."

"Are they so bad?" I sat up. "I mean, they brought me back. What if they're not-"

"Stop!" Syn snapped at me. My heart sank at his tone, and I was reminded of all the reasons I wanted to stay single. I kept my distance from him as he ran his hand through his hair, obviously in deep thought. "Come here," he whispered, tilting his head to the spot in front of him. When I made no move to do so, he lowered his tone and said, "Please."

I moved to him, and he pulled me into his arms. His finger tilted my chin up to look directly into his eyes, and I waited for him to continue. "I'm sorry for being a dick. And I'm going to apologize for being a dick in advance right now."

"Ugh." I tried to move away, but he held me still.

"Just listen," he said. "If you didn't see the good in people as you do, you wouldn't have gotten yourself caught up with me. That was your mistake, and I want to be your last one. Not only because I'm selfish, but because I need you safe and here with me. That woman, whoever the hell she is has had you kidnapped and has been stalking you for years. I don't understand how you can see any good in a person who brings you so much pain."

As much as I didn't like admitting it, he was right. Whoever was stalking me had hurt me way more than they had helped me. Their little "lessons" did nothing except make the dark look scarier than it already was. I nodded slowly, biting my lip as I looked up at Syn. "You need me?" I asked him with a smile spreading across my lips.

"That's what you got from that?"

"Shh..." I turned myself around and pressed my lips against his. Whatever conversation we were having seemed to disappear from his mind as he hardened under me all over again.