Tears streamed down my face. “What do you mean?”
“You just broke my fucking heart, and yet you’re still standing there. The least you can do is grant me the favor of finishing me off by walking away because you know I can’t so much as breathe without you. So, fucking leave!” He pointed toward the exit fixing bloodshot, challenging eyes on me. “Go!”
Everything inside me wanted to comfort him, but it would only undo the purpose of this. The only reason I’d pushed him away was because I was weak and scared. For over eleven years, I was dead. If his destruction brought me back to that place, I didn’t know if either one of us could survive this year. In the process of protecting myself, I risked the chance of losing him. Knowing losing him was a possibility already had regret coursing through me.
I turned and ran through the maze back toward the entrance of the library on legs I could no longer feel beneath me.
Ollie’s words from last year circled in my brain, “as long as I don’t stray too long or far, I always find my way back.” At the time, he had been talking about getting lost in the library, but I silently prayed the same would go for me.
Though after the pain I just caused him, I wasn’t so sure I deserved his love at all.
Before I reached the door, a hand gripped my wrist and spun me around.
“Right now,” Ollie breathlessly said, pulling me away from the door. “I’ll stay away for a year, but I want you right now.” His unforgiving hands grabbed my face, and his thumbs swept the tears staining my cheeks before he crashed his lips to mine.
ollie.
MIA WANTED A YEAR without me, but I was taking right now with her. A slow-burning rage filled me, and I needed to fill her to release it. Be inside her. Smother this anger with our connection. Subtle moans came from her throat, and I relished in it. Though we always fought for control, right now was my time, and she eventually surrendered to me, knowing it was what I needed.
I grabbed her plump, pouty lip between my teeth as I walked her backward into the desk. In one quick and precise swipe, I cleared the desk clean of all clutter—even the monitor fell over, but neither one of us cared as I lifted her eagerly off the floor and over the edge of the aged wood.
Mia’s hands pulled off my beanie, and her nails dragged up my scalp, only stimulating my need for her, kissing her harder in a silent cry for connection. She let me undress her. Perfect, round breast bounced free. I reluctantly pulled away from our kiss to see her as my heart hammered inside its cage.
Unclothed and perfect, she sat before thousands of books we’ve run past, and I etched every detail of hers into my brain. Her hair, twisted with dark and light shades, fanned around her oval face. Ivory skin glowed against the colorful bindings, and big, golden-brown eyes lit up as she looked at me as if I was the only man worthy of this moment with her.
She leaned back on her hands while we both panted in unison from our taunting separation. My sight touched every inch of her skin, her desperate eyes watching me do it. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Mia asked. She tilted her head to the side with a small curve of her lips beside her tear-stained cheeks.
“It’s been eight months, love, and you expect me to stay away for another ten. I need to hold on to right now for as long as possible.” I slowly withdrew my shoes, jeans, and boxers as if we had no other place to be.
“And how do you suppose you’re going to do that?”
After spreading her legs apart, mine buckled and, like a feind, I was back on my knees. “We’re taking our fucking time.” My eyes drifted up her curves and back to hers. “I’m not going to make you remember me, Mia. I’m going to make it where you can’t remember anything else.”
Mia’s small smile was enough to engulf me in a windstorm of feelings, bringing me back to where we were before.
Before our time apart.
Before the pills.
Before I turned into the colossal mind-fuck of a man.
A time where we existed.
My devotion and bond to this girl was unbreakable, and my kiss against her abdomen was a silent promise that I would violate every rule she placed against me. There was no way I could go another year. Our love was our breach, and it would go against every force of science because no pill could keep me away. I refused to allow it.
Gripping the insides of her thighs, I spread her wider as my knob pulsed below, blood rushing to every surface at the close proximity, though my desire to taste her was stronger. She was already wet for me, glistening as she pooled at the base, and so that spot was where I started. Treading my tongue up through her folds, I kept my eyes on her and waited for that small reaction I’d been dying to see.
Her eyes closed.
Her head fell back.
And her hips rolled into my mouth for more.
And I fucking took it.
Both of my thumbs spread her apart before I drank her in.
The sweet taste of Mia Rose revived me in more ways than one.
My tongue knew every detail, design, and feature and what made her break away against me. In no time, I had her legs shaking as I opened her up and inhaled her slowly. Her fingers gripped my hair, begging to be filled, but I could never get enough of her taste. Her legs clenched around me, and I lifted her off the desk, guiding her to the floor until she was sprawled out for me. Like an obsessed addict, I drove my tongue inside her to appease my appetite for her flavor—of Mia.
Her walls convulsed against my tongue as her heartbeat dropped to her core.
Kneeling between her legs, emotions built up inside of me, ready to break chains and move mountains. Holding back became an impossible task, and I admit, I was defeated.
“Ollie…” she moaned in a desperate plea, and it was all the motivation I needed to merge with her. I fell over her trembling body as her walls tightened, and wrapped around my aching dick—beating along to the rhythm of the orgasm I just gave to her. My fingers dug into her thighs to stop her movements. Otherwise, I would’ve busted inside her right then and there.
Tongues collided.
Her tiny fingers eagerly gripped my hair.
My hand grabbed her backside, and I lifted her as I eased into her again and again and again, feeling every heavenly detail as she reeled in the climax against my knob. “Fucking perfection,” I breathlessly panted in her ear.
“What is?”
“Us.”
Her golden eyes captured mine. “I love you, Ollie.”
Grasping my heart.
Breaking those chains.
Pushing those mountains.
“And I’m going to love you through this—
My mouth silenced hers because my heart couldn’t bear it, and I made love to her right there on the library floor. The only way I was able to get through the next half hour without coming was because of the fear of our disconnection. I held on by a single thread, making sure my hands and mouth kissed every inch of her skin. Together, we bled into one as I emptied myself inside the girl who was my forever, but not my right now.
Because my “right now” had expired.
I pressed my face into her neck and cried.
Like a fucking pussy, I cried.
Still deep inside her with her arms wrapped around me, I shook in her grasp.
“You just have to hold on,” she choked out.
Chapter Eight
“For a love everlasting,