“I-I didn’t expect you to.” Her emotional voice broke with sincerity. “I know you can’t.”
My hands left my hips and hung at my sides. The lights along the walls were dimmed, so while the room was dark, they were still bright enough to cast a glow that distinguished her beautiful features, her high cheekbones, her kissable lips, her starlike eyes.
She came closer to me. “The last time we saw each other outside my apartment, it was so hard to watch you go. I’ve never felt pain like that…like I was losing a piece of me that would leave me crippled until I got it back.” She looked up into my face, open like the centerfold of a book, letting me read every page in any order I wished. “The time I lived in Paris with Melanie, there was never anyone else…because none of them were ever right. I’d go on a date, see your face, and then go home…alone. I’ve never, in my life, had a connection like this with a man…and I miss you.” She closed her eyes for a brief moment, steeling the emotions that flew out of her heart as well as her mouth. She looked at me again. “Please let it go…and be with me.”
There was an initial jolt of anger because I wanted to hold on to my bitterness because it was all I’d had to survive these last few months. Sometimes it was easier to suffer the world angry than calm. It was a defense mechanism, and I was angry all the time, had always been angry…since I could remember. But this woman made me different, brought me back to an innocence I hadn’t known in over a decade. She brought out the best in me, made me risk everything for the first time in my life, and she saw all my flaws but never forgot my good qualities.
Her hands reached to my arms, her fingers giving me an affectionate squeeze. “Let it go…”
The sound of her gentle voice released the tension in all the muscles of my body. She was the light that led out of my prison, and I slowly followed it until I reached the world outside…and it was beautiful.
My hands left my sides and moved around her waist, wrapping around her possessively, my skin burning when I finally got to touch her the way I wanted. They locked in place as I crushed her against me, my mouth finding hers and giving her the kiss I’d wanted to give every single time I looked at her lips. I pulled her tighter once I felt our bodies come together, my lips pausing to breathe.
Her hands slid up my arms until they stopped. She pulled away slightly and looked at my mouth, breathing hard even though I’d only kissed her once, an embrace that ended as quickly as it began. Then she moved into me abruptly, her arms hooking around my neck to bring me back to her, anxious to kiss me again. “Magnus…”
The resentment and rage fell from my body as I kissed the lips I’d never stopped thinking about. They were full and so soft. I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth before I came back to her and gave her my tongue this time.
Hers greeted me with a sexy swipe, a hot breath.
My hand left her back and moved into her hair, digging underneath the curls, and I supported the back of her head as I crushed her lips to mine. My hand covered both her cheeks, and I dug my fingers into both sides, feeling her petite size in my grasp. The longer I touched her, the more the ice thawed in my extremities, and the passion leaped to life like a burning hearth that just had another log thrown on top.
But her desire was even greater than mine. She cupped my cheek as she kissed me, devouring my mouth like she needed to pack in every kiss to make up for all the ones we missed. Her fingers moved up the back of my neck and into my hair, pulling on the strands as she kept my mouth on hers.
Both of my hands moved to her ass, and I lifted her into me, our faces level so she could continue to kiss me as I carried her into my bedroom. Her hands were still in my hair, and she breathed against my mouth like she was the one doing all the lifting.
I got her on the edge of the bed and pulled down her shorts and panties in one swoop. She used to have hair between her legs, but now it was shaved clean. Hair or no hair, it didn’t matter to me. But I liked seeing her in greater detail than before.
She pulled her tank top over her head and revealed her perky tits underneath. They were full, round, beautiful. Her nipples were hard as if she was cold, when this room was already an inferno.
My shirt was pulled over my head, and I watched her reaction to me, like she liked my ripped physique, liked the sight of my two hard pecs and the valleys and grooves of my abs. Her brown hair was behind her on the bed, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed through her desire. Her pale cheeks were flushed with heat, and her eyes were so anxious, like she wanted this more than I did, like she wanted me inside her as soon as possible so she could finally feel better.
I dropped my sweatpants and boxers, my cock hard and more anxious than her hungry kisses. There was a slight drop in heat because I knew there would be a reaction to the change in my body.
But it was dark, and she was so deep in the moment she didn’t notice.
I moved on top of her, pressing her into the mattress and the sheets that I’d left a mess when I’d woken up that morning. My heavy body pressed her beneath me, and I looked at her, seeing a woman who had never wanted me more.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she pulled on my hips, anxious to feel me, another second too long to wait. Her eyes were already watery with desire, her parted lips panting, and her hands dug deep into my hair as she pulled my face to hers, wanting my kiss to burn her mouth once again.
She moaned at my touch, like she hadn’t already kissed me, like it was the first time all over again.
My hand directed my dick inside her, and I paused the second I felt her wetness cover my throbbing head. It smeared all around me, coated me like a bottle of lube had been poured right on me. I kept going, kept sinking, moving into her wetness and tightness, breathing harder the more I felt her, every nerve in my body firing off and giving me unspeakable pleasure.
She moaned loudly when I was inside her, her lips hesitating against mine like she needed time to feel this, to treasure how good I felt deep inside her. Her fingers left my hair and dragged down my back, giving me her sharp nails like she knew I was man enough to handle it.
I hadn’t even started to thrust, and I already felt defeated.
She breathed against my mouth, labored and heavy, her hand holding on to the back of my neck. “Fuck…” She pressed her face into my cheek, her eyes closed, just breathing with me. Our bodies were connected, but nothing happened…and it was somehow the most passionate moment of our lives.
I started to move, holding myself on top of her so I could look into her beautiful face, see every reaction she gave, like I was the only man in the world she wanted. Our connection started almost instantaneously. When I’d thrown her out of that wagon and she talked back to me, I’d known she was different. And every moment after that…our connection grew. Now, we had this.
Whatever the fuck this was.
Her body squeezed my length right away, and the tears flowed from her eyes as she gave an animal-like moan. Her head rolled back, and she panted and groaned as if she were in pain, her nails clawing at my back as her hips automatically bucked against me. Just like the other times we were together, her climax was nearly immediate, like all she needed was me…and it sent her to the stars.
I thrust into her harder, moaning because it felt so good to get lost so deeply that I had no awareness of the outside world, of the weather or time. It was just us, two people free of the chains that bound us both, finding something good in each other.