Surrendered(60)

I shake my head. “No, I’m not. Your child needs you.” He wrenches his face away from my grasp.

“I’m not going to have this conversation with you again, Lilly.” He says harshly.

It’s at this point that I usually back down, but I just don’t feel that I can this time. Regardless of what happens, I may not always be around. I need him to want to look after his own child. I’m pretty sure I can push him into it, but I don’t want him to do it for me. It was me who had to put Cassie in rehab, me who goes and visits her. “And I’m not going to let you avoid it again.” I reply sternly. His expression becomes steely. “I’m sorry, but I’ve given you some time. I’ve accepted the situation, even though it’s difficult. I’ve looked after Cassie in your absence and I’ve supported you as best I can. You need to pull your head out of your arse. It’s a baby Theo! An innocent child!” He sets his jaw, glaring at me fiercely.

“Tell me how you really feel why don’t you?” He grits.

I blow out an exasperated breath. “I don’t know what to say here Theo. All I know is that if I can accept it and support Cassie, then so can you.” He says nothing. “Just think about it please?” His eyes meet mine, they soften slightly, but the tightness around them remains. “Just consider what it really means to have a child, to have created a living being. You have to take responsibility for that.” The tension between us becomes uncomfortable.

In the past this would have been where I storm off, but despite our glaring issues, I refuse to let them tear us apart. We need to stand united on every front. He may think that I’m attacking him, but I’m just trying to give him the push that I know he needs. I gently touch his cheek. His eyes hold mine as the silence in the room intensifies.

“I say this because I love you, and I want to know that if I have to leave…”

“You’re not leaving.” He growls.

God, he’s so infuriating. I lean in and press my lips gently to his, trying to ease some of his tension. He slowly comes to life, responding to my touch. His lips mould to mine as his hand creeps around the back of my neck. He places his other hand on the small of my back and pulls me forward until I fall against him.

I place my knees on either side of him, but don’t lower my weight onto him. My stomach brushes against his chest, my boobs against his throat. His head is tilted back as I tower over him, clinging to his broad shoulders. I placate him the only way I really know how. Our relationship tends to rely on sex to resolve a lot of our issues. Neither of us know anything else. We’re just fumbling our way through whatever this is we have together. It’s probably not healthy, but it works. If sex keeps us together and makes us strong, then who am I to complain?

He breaks away and his lips trail my throat greedily. He reaches my breasts, where his lips latch onto my nipple. He grazes the sensitive flesh with his teeth, making my back bow toward him involuntarily. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. His hands grip my waist tight, taking control, holding me firmly in place. My breaths come hard and fast as his tongue soothes the bite of his teeth.

Fuck, how does he make me lose myself so entirely? His hand trails across the line of my waist, tracing feather light touches over my stomach. My muscles quiver and tremble under his delicate assault. He lifts his head and meets my gaze, his eyes pinning me. It’s a look that says he needs me more than his next breath. My breath hitches and my heartbeat falters under his sensual scrutiny. His eyes never release me as his fingers slowly explore between my spread thighs. He brushes my clit and I bite my lip, stifling a moan. My fingers clench as I grip his thick biceps. I stare into the blue fire of his irises. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. The intensity between us is magnetic, his hold over my body undeniable. All I can do is hold on as he elicits the most amazing feelings in me. He slips a finger inside me and I moan, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Look at me, Lilly.” He says in that gravelly voice, with that bite of power.

My eyes snap open and meet his blistering gaze. His fingers move inside me, as I try desperately to focus only on him. His free hand moves to my face, his thumb brushing over my lips. My tongue flicks out to touch his thumb and his eyes darken. His fingers push deep inside me and my focus starts to waver. His hand wraps around my chin, forcing me to look at him. I’m a mess, hanging just on the edge. My entire body trembles and clenches as he pins me with a smouldering look. It’s too controlled, him watching me as he makes my body shatter and fall apart. Fuck this. I launch for him, my hands fisting in his hair as my lips crash against his. He responds eagerly, his tongue wrestling with my own. His fingers pull forward, pressing against the front wall of my vagina and pulling me forward against him. Oh shit. I moan as our wet bodies slide against each other. I’m out of control, writhing against him, desperately seeking some friction, somewhere. I grab his wrist, pulling his hand away from my trembling pussy. I lower my body, until his cock is pressed between my hips, trapped between us. I roll my hips, dragging my clit along his length. I groan against his lips. He hisses and nips at my bottom lip. Fuck, he feels amazing. I roll my hips again, slowly dragging myself along his cock. The hand on my cheek wraps around my neck, his hold becoming possessive, demanding.