Chapter 33 The look on Primrose's face told me who was on the other line. "Hello?" She paused. "Is everything okay?" Then after a few seconds, she looked over at me briefly. "Put her on." I crossed my arms and watched as she spoke to her daughter. "Hi, sweetie. You can't sleep?" I smiled sympathetically from across the table, feeling like a complete jackass for being the obstacle that kept this woman away from her baby right now. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard," she said. "But I'll be home in less than a week." After a few seconds, she frowned. "No, honey. I can't." She paused. "I know. Try to sleep and be a good girl for Daddy." After a long pause, she said, "Of course. Anytime she needs to hear my voice, don't hesitate." I noticed her chewing her lip, a clear sign she was anxious. Looking downright sad, she wrapped up the conversation. We'd made a good effort to stick our heads in the sand tonight. But this call had forced reality back to the forefront. "What did he say that made your face change like that?" I asked when she hung up. She moved some food around the plate with her fork. "He said she wasn't the only one who needed to hear my voice." Stiffening, I nodded. "He's not going to give up easily, is he? This is going to be messy. If you decide you want a life with me, are you prepared for what that's going to look like? Will he try to use your daughter as a pawn?" It was a harsh question, but it needed to be asked. "You mean like custody?" I nodded. "I don't know that he wouldn't do something like that." She stared off in thought. "Casey would never do anything that might hurt Rosie. He's a good person, and he loves her more than anything. Taking her away from me would be detrimental to her, and he knows that." "Okay." I downed the last of my drink, feeling very uneasy. I looked away from her as my mind began to race. Any reminder of her life in Ohio was a reminder that I stood to lose Primrose yet again. And I wouldn't withstand it another time. The next time would be the last. "I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't want to be, Dorian," she said after a moment, interrupting my worry. "You know I didn't make this decision overnight. Even if the unknowns scare me, I'm all in." She had a point. It wasn't like she'd gotten on a plane with me the first time I'd tried to steal her away. Primrose had given it careful consideration, and I had to give her credit for that. Ultimately it was my fear getting in the way right now. I wanted to protect myself, but there was no way to get her back without risk. It did help to hear that she was all in. After I paid the bill, we rode in silence back to the mansion. When we arrived, she stood across from me in the foyer. At least for now, I had her all to myself. I'd dreamed of Primrose returning to this house so many times, and now here she was. I needed to get out of my own way long enough to enjoy it before her time here was up. I had no idea how we were supposed to spend the rest of this night without crossing a line I'd promised myself I wouldn't cross. Despite the complexities of this situation, suddenly all I could think about was sex. I wanted her, yet I'd stopped myself from even touching her. "There's no place I'd rather be today than here with you, Dorian," she said. "I've been dead inside without you. And as complicated as it is, I wouldn't change a thing right now." With that, I finally felt myself exhale. In this moment, it was just me and my beautiful Rosebud. No years between us. Nothing standing in our way. We still had lots to work out, but the entire freaking world could change tomorrow. We were only ever guaranteed today. All we had was this moment. And I had no fucks left to give. I needed this woman more than my next breath. I reached over, took her face in my hands, and practically swallowed her whole as I began devouring her mouth. Primrose moaned. She tasted just as sweet as I'd always remembered, but even sweeter given how many years I'd longed for this. She sighed into my mouth, as if she'd been starving for it. I wasn't going to stop unless she told me to. She walked backward as I led her toward the couch. I didn't even have the patience to take her upstairs. I needed her right here, right now. When she fell back onto the sofa, I sat down next to her and guided her body on top of mine. As she straddled me, her long hair covered my face. I was drowning in her: her taste, her scent, and the warmth of her pussy through our clothes. Tugging at her hair, I groaned as I pulled her toward me to bite her neck. "Fuck, I missed you, baby." Nothing had ever felt like this. Other women were just filler for what I'd been missing: my beautiful Rosebud. I was determined to make her forget every remaining shred of doubt she might have about us. Lifting her shirt over her head, I unclasped her bra and buried my face between her beautiful tits, my breaths coming faster with each second. "Do you know how many times I've dreamed of this?" "Me, too," she whispered. I felt her hands fumbling at my waist. Fuck. As much as I wanted more, I wasn't a hundred-percent sure she was ready. I'd half expected her to stop me when I tried to take things further. But the way she reached for my belt, struggling to take it off...that made her desires clear. "Let me help you," I rasped, whipping my belt off. It landed with a loud clank on the floor. Primrose moved off of me. I worried she had changed her mind, but then she slipped out of her skirt before sliding her panties down her gorgeous legs. She stood before me totally naked, her beautiful bare pussy taunting me. I marveled at her beauty. She'd been through so much, both emotionally and physically, having given birth to a human in the time we'd been apart. She was curvier in all the right places, and I'd never been more attracted to her-never more attracted to anyone in my life. A primal need erupted within me as I slid my pants to my ankles. Her eyes fell to my crotch as I lowered my briefs. My dick bobbed out, so hard it was painful, precum oozing from the tip as I ached to be inside of her. "Come here," I said gruffly. She returned to sit on top of me, sliding her clit along my shaft. I didn't know which one of us was wetter. She lowered her mouth to mine as I struggled to stop myself from exploding before I even had a chance to be inside of her. I positioned my cock at her opening and pushed inside in one hard thrust. I nearly came, tightening my abs to stop the need for release. "Shit. How are you so fucking tight?" I muttered. She thrust her hips as I rested my head on the back of the couch. I was as deep inside her as I could possibly be, yet it wasn't enough. "I've missed fucking you. There's nothing like it." "You feel so good, Dorian." She moved over me faster. "I've dreamed of having you inside of me for so long." My hands on her back, I pushed her down, bucking my hips to meet her movements. The feel of her hot, wet pussy wrapped around my cock threatened to undo me. "You're mine, baby, aren't you? I can feel it." "Yes." She panted, swaying her hips faster. Her breathing quickened, and I felt her tighten around my cock. Primrose bent her head back and shrieked, her voice echoing through the living room. I let out an unintelligible sound that was even louder as I let myself go, coming hard as my orgasm filled her. "You're so in trouble," I murmured. I could feel her smile against me as she slumped over my shoulder, her body limp. We'd just given each other everything we had. I had no idea whether she was on the pill, but I didn't care. I hadn't had sex without a condom with anyone else-never trusted anyone like I did Primrose. And anyway, I wanted my own baby with this beautiful woman someday. She finally moved back so I could look into her eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah." She smiled. "More than okay. You have no idea how much I've needed that." "I hadn't intended for this to happen tonight." She rubbed her finger over my lips. "Did we really have a choice?" "Sure as hell didn't feel like it." I rested my forehead against hers. "I don't ever want to leave," she whispered. I felt the pain of her words in my chest. She doesn't want to leave. But she had to, and she knew it. Still, I wasn't willing to go there yet, wasn't willing to taint this moment with worries about the future. Because to talk about logistics would mean ending the euphoria of this night. We deserved to have this last a bit longer. "Don't think about that now, okay? Just be with me," I said. We stayed there in that spot, connected by our bodies for the longest time. I didn't want to pull out or even move at all. 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