His Possession (OLITZ /Scandal - short stories) - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

I remember the day Fitz told me his divorce was final. We sank into the plush back seat of the stretch limo, and he put his arm around my shoulder as the city slipped past. The tighter he held me, the more my thoughts raced. I rested my head on him, breathing in his familiar scent-realizing just how much I missed it when it wasn't there. When we weren't together, I ached for him. I still do.
He pressed his lips to the top of my head and lingered, his breath warm against my hair. For a moment I wondered if I'd imagined it, but then he gently tilted my chin up, searching my eyes with his.
"Liv," he whispered, his voice thick with longing, "do you have any idea how long I've wanted this? How long I've wanted you?"
My heart skipped. I admitted, "I think about you all the time. Even when I try not to. I missed you so much it hurt."
He smiled, brushing his thumb across my cheek. "You don't have to miss me anymore." He leaned in, his lips brushing mine-soft at first, then deeper, coaxing a moan from my throat. I melted into him, kissing him back with all the hunger I'd tried to hide. "You taste like peppermint," I murmured, breathless.
He grinned, his hand sliding to the back of my neck. "I want to taste every inch of you, Liv. I want to make you forget every lonely night."
A shiver ran through me as he pressed me closer, his body heat seeping into my skin. "Fitz," I gasped, "I want you. I want you to touch me like you mean it."
His lips found my ear, his voice a low growl. "Tell me what you want, Liv. I want to hear you say it."
I swallowed, my pulse racing. "I want you to kiss me everywhere. I want to feel your hands on my skin. I want you inside me. I want to be yours."
He groaned, his hand sliding under my dress, tracing the line of my thigh. "God, Liv, you have no idea what you do to me. I want to make you come so hard you forget your own name."
I laughed softly, desire pooling between my legs. "Prove it."
He pulled me onto his lap, his hands greedy, urgent. "I will. Tonight, you're all mine."
After our first real date, I realized there was so much more to Fitz than I'd ever expected. He listened-really listened. He wanted to know about my childhood, my dreams, the things I'd never told anyone. One night, after a month of stolen kisses and endless conversation, he pulled me close and whispered, "Liv, I want you. Not just in my bed-I want you in my life. As my lover, my friend, my everything."
I cupped his face, my thumb tracing his jaw. "I think I'm falling for you, Fitz."
He smiled, eyes shining with something fierce and tender. "Fall, Liv. I'll catch you. I promise."
We spent every moment we could together-talking, touching, holding each other close. The anticipation built between us, electric and sweet, until I was certain I'd combust from wanting him.
One night, he pressed his forehead to mine and whispered, "You drive me crazy, Liv. I want to make love to you, but I want you to know you're so much more than sex to me. You're the woman I want to wake up to every morning."
I kissed him, slow and deep, my body aching for more. "Then show me, Fitz. Show me how much you want me."
He smiled, his hands roaming my body with reverence and hunger. "With pleasure, Liv. With every touch, every kiss, I'll show you exactly what you mean to me."
His security escorted us to the doorstep, and the moment the door clicked shut behind us, Fitz had me pinned against the wall. His mouth crashed onto mine before I could breathe. The kiss caught me off guard, but I recovered fast, meeting him with equal hunger. There was no tenderness here-only raw, relentless need.
He shifted, and my thigh brushed against the hard length of him. His breath hitched. My fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, gliding up over his warm skin with a desperate edge.
Without a word, Fitz loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, baring a chest that stole my breath. I tore my lips away, only for him to seize me again, his grip tighter, his kiss rougher, as if claiming what had always been his. His mouth dominated mine-savage, consuming, starved.
"Wait," I gasped, my hands braced on his chest. My heart raced at the thought of someone walking in. His father, his children...
He caught my hesitation and gave me a crooked smirk, his eyes smoldering. "Only security is here. We finally have the place to ourselves."
A laugh bubbled out of me, breathless and bright. "I like your father, but I thought he'd never leave."
"He likes you too," Fitz murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Better than any of my other girlfriends."
"You've had so many, I'm surprised he can keep up," I teased, arching a brow.
His expression sobered, the teasing dissolving into something fierce and certain. His ice-blue gaze-rimmed with a soft, unexpected amber-snared mine.
"That was my past," he said, voice low and unwavering. "I'm done with that. I want you. Only you, Olivia."
Emotion surged in my throat. I swallowed hard. "I love you, too, Fitz. And I'm ready."
His answering smile made the room fall away. He laced our fingers and tugged me gently toward the stairs.
Come with me.
Rose petals scattered like whispers along the hallway, leading us to his bedroom. Candlelight flickered, bathing the room in amber warmth. Crimson satin sheets shimmered on the bed, inviting and decadent.
His hands slid down my back, curling under the hem of my dress. In one fluid motion, he lifted it over my head, baring me completely save for my heels. His gaze roamed over me-hot, reverent-and my desire spiked, sharp and consuming. I made to slip off my shoes, but his hand stopped me.
"Leave them on," he ordered, voice husky.
He turned me, pressing me back against his chest, his arousal firm against the small of my back. Guiding me to the vanity, he bent me over the cool marble, my hands gripping the edge.
"God, this ass," he growled, grinding against me. His fingers slipped between my thighs, finding me drenched.
"Fuck," he hissed, positioning himself at my entrance. His lips brushed my ear. "Hold on tight."
He thrust into me in one hard, searing stroke. My gasp echoed in the room as he drove into me again, relentlessly and deeply. His fingers dug into my hips, sure to leave bruises we'd both savor later.
"Look at me, Liv," he commanded, voice rough. "In the mirror. Don't look away-I want you to watch me make you come."
Our gazes locked in the glass. The sight of him behind me, the feral intensity on his face, sent me spiraling. His pace quickened, his hips snapping, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
"Fitz!" I cried as pleasure broke over me like a tidal wave. My body convulsed, clutching around him as he roared my name, spilling deep inside me.
Boneless and trembling, I collapsed onto the vanity. Fitz kissed a trail down my back before lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the bathroom. He knelt, removing my heels with aching tenderness, then settled with me into the warm bath. I melted against his chest, cradled by his arms.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He pressed a kiss to my temple. "Always."
Later, wrapped in towels and drowsy, he carried me to bed. I curled against him, my head on his chest, his fingertips drawing lazy circles on my back. I placed soft kisses over his heart, making him moan low in his throat.
"Liv..." he warned, voice thick and dark with promise.
I smiled against his skin and began my slow exploration-kisses trailing from his collarbone to his stomach and back up again, teasing him mercilessly. His cock swelled hard against me.
"You're playing with fire," he growled-and flipped me beneath him, making me gasp.
"I can see that now," I whispered, my pulse racing.
His mouth descended, worshipping every inch of me-nipping my breasts, nipping my belly, skipping my throbbing core just to make me squirm. My pleas came breathless and needy.
"Fitz... please..."
Finally, finally, he slid into me slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt every inch of him stretching me, filling me completely.
"Fuck, Fitz," I moaned, arching into him, dragging him down for a desperate kiss.
He held me close, his pace unhurried but devastating, each thrust deliberate and deep. I clawed at his back, urging him on.
"More... please..."
He gritted his teeth, then gave me what I begged for-his hips snapping harder, deeper, until we were both moaning, writhing, completely undone. I shattered around him as he poured into me again, both of us crying out in release.
Breathless, spent, he gathered me close, pressing kisses into my fingers.
"Olivia," he murmured raggedly, "I don't know what you've done to me."
Neither do I. I just know I love him.
And for the first time, I know he loves me back.