NINA

The past week was the best of my life.

Darius’ memories are slowly drifting back, though there are some gaps that he may never recover. The ones that are about me come up suddenly and usually lead to others, which has been fun to unpack together. Last night he remembered some of our escape from the Archive hospital, and then the last time we’d been together at the hotel. I try not to show how much this is all effecting me, but this version of Darius seems just as observant as the other one and he always knows when I’m trying to hold something back.

Sometimes he asks, sometimes he just holds me while I cry tears of release instead of grief. It’s like I’ve been holding all this weight on me. Every day I had hoped Darius would know me and he didn’t. Every dream we’d had that seemed like it was slipping away. It all had accumulated into this heaviness. And now that I had him back, it was slowly fading away. But it seemed like it couldn’t leave without me having some kind of emotional response. Sometimes it was unmitigated joy. At other times, it was crying. Funnily enough, each time was followed by wild, hungry fucking.
And this time was no different.

We’d closed our shops up an hour ago, and I’d gone into his office in the bookshop to see if he was ready for dinner. I was still holding my breath a little around him, half expecting his memory of me to have been a dream. So when he looked up at me and smiled, I burst into tears.

“It’s okay, baby,” he crooned, holding me as I got tears and snot all over his shirt. “I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

His arms were so strong and firm, familiar and safe around me. I ran my hands over his back and slipped them under the t-shirt he wore so I could feel the bumps and ridges of his scars. It was a visceral reminder that everything had changed, that the nightmare of losing him was over.

Darius’ mouth grazed mine, comforting me with his warmth. I answered him with a firmer press of my lips, my tongue darting out to taste him. His huge hands fisted in my hair and he pulled my head back to take the kiss so much deeper. This was real. This was our life now. Side by side, never again parted.

“I love you,” I whispered as my hands explored lower.

He groaned, hands tightening on my hips.

“I thought you wanted dinner,” he said.

I grinned and nibbled on the tempting column of his throat.

“And I thought you promised to fuck me on a stack of books.” my hand cupped the fast-growing bulge in his pants. “Or was that just a tease?”

“I don’t tease about things like that. But,” his hand dove down the front of my leggings and stroked my drenched slit, “I can tease you like this all night if you want.”

I groaned obscenely against his skin, my body grinding against his palm as he slid two fingers inside of me. Darius worked me slow, ramping me up until my legs shook. Just went I could feel my skin tightening, the heat flaring to its inevitable explosion, he withdrew his hand.

“No,” I whined.

He captured my face, his grip tight enough to pucker my lips. My eyes flew open in anticipation of what kind of dominance he was going to show me tonight. He’d been teaching something new every time as we explored my limits. It was thrilling and made everything so much more arousing.

“Open up baby.”

He shoved his fingers into my mouth and grinned down at me as I sucked them clean, tasting the muskiness of myself.

“You like that?” his voice was harsh.

I nodded, unable to speak with his fingers still in my mouth.

“I like watching you like this, shaking with need, waiting for me like a good girl to give you what you need.”

His fingers slid out of my mouth with a wet pop. Before I could think of anything to do or say, he had his hands on my ass, lifting me up. My legs slid as far as they could around his waist and now it was his tongue filling my mouth, drawing sloppy groans out of me as he carried me out of the office. I was still so turned on, my clit throbbing with unfulfilled need that I was grinding against him in search of any kind of friction.
His hand slapped my ass as I tried to slide down to find his hard cock.

“Be a good girl or I won’t let you come for hours,” he warned as he dragged his lips across my collar bone.

“Please sir, I want to so bad.”

“Trust me baby.”

He set me on my feet in the back corner of the shop, an area that was surrounded by book shelves on three sides. They were built into the wall on two sides, but really all three sets looked incredibly sturdy and I remembered that he also had mentioned fucking me against his bookshelves.

Darius’ eyes glittered like a predator who had just cornered his prey, and my belly quivered with anticipation.

“Now,” he leaned toward me, hands braced on shelves on either side of my head, “we clear on the colors?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Now take those pants off, brace your hands on any shelf and bend over. Do not touch your pussy. If you do, I’ll make you watch as I get off all night long, bringing you right to the edge and never letting you go over.”

My mouth went dry, breath coming fast as I thought how that would be both hot as fuck and torture.

Very, very sexy torture and maybe not as horrible as I thought, but I very much wanted Darius’ cock so I would obey.

This time.

I held his gaze with a bratty little smirk as I slid my leggings and panties down. Then, with a toss of my curls, I turned and placed my hands on a shelf at chest height and bent at the waist. Darius kicked my feet apart and now I was trembling with excitement as well as the bone deep need to come.

I could feel his eyes on me as I waited for either pain or pleasure. Which would he choose? Which did I want?

The air was filled with the hint of coffee from my shop next door, the dusty scent of books, the hint of my pussy. It melded into a heady perfume as I waited.

When the smack of his hand came down on my ass, I yelped in surprise and pain. He did it again on the other side and then grabbed a handful of my flesh, kneading it.

“I’ve missed seeing my hand print on your skin.”

“You did it a few nights ago.”

“Yes, but I haven’t made up for not seeing it for over a year.”

He spanked me again and again, the physical pain dislodging more of the emotional pain of our separation until I was sobbing.

“Color.”

“Green.”

“Baby?”

“It’s good…it’s so good, Darius.”

My breath came out in stutters as he delivered two more and then ran his hand over my reddened ass so gently that it broke me further. His hand stroked higher up my back and down, over and over until the gasping crying slowed.

“Shhh my love,” he whispered in my ear, one arm banded around my back. “I’m here now…I’m here.”

“I need you. Please sir…please.”

I heard his zipper lowering, the shuffle of his clothes, and I waited for him to turn me around with an achingly gentle touch. Darius thumbed my tears away and then ghosted his lips over the place they’d been. I wanted to touch him, but he hadn’t given me permission so I just let him touch me as I leaned against the book shelve. My ass stung when I leaned it against the cool wood, but I leaned into the sensation.

Darius’ hands skated up my sides and took my shirt off, then my bra. His lips trailed down my throat to one breast, drawing my nipple deep. Red tracks led to where he worked my breast and I loved it. I couldn’t really see the marks on my butt, but these I could and I cherished the sight of them.

He traded off each breast. His mouth on one, hands on the other until I was crying out, my inner thighs wet with arousal.

Darius took one of my hands and curled it around his cock, which was so hard and hot in my hand. I sobbed when I felt it and began to stroke it with a hard grip, just how he liked it.

“That’s it,” he rasped against my breast, “that’s my little fuck doll. You like to play with my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes sir.”

He chuckled, dark and delicious.

“You want to ride me, get that wet pussy all over me? You want me to make a mess of you?”

I groaned, my head hitting the books on the shelf behind me.

“Yes, please sir.”

“That’s my good girl, asking so nicely to be used and filled.”

He lifted me up, and I gasped at the burn as his hands gripped my ass hard. But it was a good pain, one that I knew would be followed by the most exquisite pleasure.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said, settling me against one shelf, his arm around me and other hand fisting his cock at my entrance. “I can’t believe you’d choose me.”

My hand ran over one cheek and he nuzzled into my touch.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted like this, the only one I ever trusted. I want to be yours forever.”

He swallowed, the tip of his dick notched inside of me and I bit back a mewl of pure carnality.

“Marry me Nina,” he rasped out.

My eyes widened, and I opened my mouth to answer when he began to lower me onto his cock.

“Oh fuck,” he let out on a savage thrust up. “Oh fuck, you’re so damn tight…so wet…”

After that, we both completely lost the thread of the conversation as he fucked me against the book shelf so hard that books fell around us. I barely noticed because his fingers were doing wonderfully naughty things to my clit while his dick filled me.

“I-I…Darius!”

The scream tore out of my throat as every nerve ending exploded in light. Wetness flowed from my cunt just as Darius let out a roar, his thrusts harder, less rhythmic.

“I love you,” he repeated over and over against my temple as he shook with the last dregs of his release.

We were sweaty, cum dripping down my thighs and probably his as well. But I couldn’t stop touching him, kissing him. It was always like this with us. One orgasm usually led to another as we reveled in being adrift in pleasure.

But this time, I needed to answer his question.

“Yes,” I breathed, holding him to me. “I want to be your mate more than anything. So yes, Darius, I’ll marry you.”

He leaned back, eyes wide in shock.

“Did you think I’d say ‘no’?” I asked with a chuckle.

“I…I wasn’t sure that’s why I started fucking you after I asked. It just slipped out, and I thought maybe it was too early.”

“No, it’s not. You may not remember all of our past, but your heart does. And so does mine. We know each other, we love each other. And we know the fragility of happiness. I want to live every single moment to the fullest with you. I want…I want our kids, I want a home with you, I want Christmas trees and new years eve parties. I want grand kids and canes and all the old folks’ stuff.”

Darius laughed, tears gliding down his cheeks.

“That might be quicker than you think with me.”

I playfully slapped his arm.

“You’re not that old.”

“Maybe not,” he shook his head as he looked at me with wonder. “I never thought…I want all of that, too.”

“Well then, I guess we agree on something,”

His lips brushed against mine and I deepened the kiss slowly. I was going to savor every moment with him, never taking anything for granted ever again.

“My beautiful mate,” he whispered.

“All yours, always.”

“Always.”