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Briefly blinded by her confusion.
Her presence.
My love for tore me open all over again.
With tears blurring her bright green eyes, she scowled, “God, I hate you.”
I roughly gripped her ass, and she yelped as I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her over to the hood of the car. Once we were there, I slammed her ass on it. I grabbed her wrists with my hand and placed them above her head. Pinning her down, I hovered over her petite frame as the rain started to pour on our heads, soaking us.
“Well then,” I coaxed, rubbing my lips over hers. I added, “I’m just going to have to fuck the hate right out of you.”
Her mouth crashed onto mine, slipping her demanding tongue past my lips. Challenging complete and utter control. She weakly thrashed around, and I held her tighter against my chest, kissing her senseless.
Groaning against her lips, I said, “Fuck… I missed you…”
Her frustrated screams were muffled by my mouth, knowing she wasn’t going anywhere unless I wanted her to. And the only place she was going was on my cock. Loosening my grip, I slowly brushed my lips against hers.
I breathed out, “I love you.”
She turned her face away from my words, but I gripped her chin, forcing her to lock eyes with me. I needed her to see she wasn’t going to win this power struggle between us, and the truth was she longed to surrender to me, but she was stubborn.
Always had been, always would be.
And I needed her like that.
The challenge.
The passion.
It went hand in hand.
We were both panting profusely, drenched from head to toe from the storm that had only just started. I rubbed her bottom lip with my thumb, craving a minute to touch her. Aware that an eternity could have passed down the middle of us, and it still wouldn’t have been enough time.
To look at her.
Hold her.
Feel her.
She was right in front of me, right in my arms where she always belonged, and still, I missed her so damn much. We stared at each other for what felt like hours, both of us lost in our own demons. Even after all these years, she still had the power to steal my breath away. She was so beautiful, so painfully breathtaking.
She lay there beneath me, her wet hair stuck to the sides of her face and her black eye makeup sliding down her red cheeks. Her pouty lips, already swollen from my assault, made her look like a gorgeous disaster, and I was just getting started.
“Please… beauty, for me. I need you to try to forgive me and let me love you,” I begged. “Let me make it right.”
Her hands dug into my hair, and her legs wrapped around my waist as she murmured, “Make love to me.”
I growled, slamming my mouth onto hers again.
Claiming her tongue.
Her mind.
Her heart.
Every last part of her body and soul.
She met every push and pull I expressed through my body, blanketing hers. I clutched onto the sides of her face, devouring her lips, her neck, her perfect tits.
