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Her eyes brightened, and still she wouldn’t look at him. “What do you want, Griffin? And why is it up to me? Am I supposed to pick up my whole life and move back to this small town for you? Why am I the one running away when you won’t even consider doing the same for me?”
She had a point. It wasn’t fair. He nodded. “You’re right. My life and responsibilities aren’t any more important than yours are.”
She met his eyes, and a tear slipped down her cheek. “It’s too hard to stay when I know we’re going to end.”
“I understand.” He stood and walked around his desk to stand in front of her. He put his arms around her, and she trembled under his touch. He bent down to kiss her, brushing his mouth over hers before saying against her lips, “I still love you.”
She choked back a sob and gripped his shirt. “I still love you, too.”
He covered her mouth with his own in a hard, ruthless kiss. He devoured her, sucking her in, because this was the last time and he needed to remember it always.
His hands were everywhere, stroking over her hips, up her back, roaming across her breasts.
She rose to tiptoes, pressing closer, like she wanted to crawl inside him.
He feasted on her, using his tongue, teeth, and lips to say what he couldn’t. To tell her that she was it for him. To imprint his possession onto her. To brand her. Mark her. So she’d never forget that she might not be with him, but she sure as hell belonged to him.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
He tasted her tears in their kiss. He twisted her, pushing her onto the desk before gripping her hips and rocking hard into her. She gasped, dug her nails into his back. They didn’t break contact, their breathing becoming more and more labored as they fought and strained to get closer.
He undid the zipper of her jeans and pushed them down. She kicked them away as she reached for his belt. Fingers fumbling, her hands shook as she worked the button. He helped her along, pushing his pants down far enough for his cock to spring free. He fumbled in his pocket for a condom and quickly, without breaking the fusing of their mouths, he rid himself of the package and rolled the latex over his aching cock.
He lifted her hips and pushed inside her.
Groaning against her lips, he thrust his tongue in time to the thrusting of his body.
She cried out, the sound vibrating against his mouth.
This was going to be the last time and it had to count, but he couldn’t control his need for her.
She shook in his arms as he pounded into her, trying to soak in the lushness of her body, the squeeze of her muscles down his shaft.
He felt the quickening of her body. She was close. He slowed down and whispered between kisses, “Not yet, Darce. Please don’t come yet.”
She moaned, and, as she stilled her body, her mouth became more demanding and insistent. She bit his lower lip. “I love you so much, Griff.”
“I love you, too.” He switched to short, shallow strokes, staving off their impending climax while they kissed like they were starving.
Because they were. This was their last supper.
He got lost in her. Lost in everything about her, from the feel of her, tight and wet around him, to her hair, her mouth, the stroke of her tongue. The way she smelled all hot, desperate, and aroused.
All he wanted was to ask her to stay. And it was the one thing he couldn’t do.
When she tightened around him, he knew she couldn’t hold on much longer and he increased his strokes. Pushing harder and deeper, he plunged into her. They were breathing so hard they could no longer maintain contact, and their lips brushed together with angry swipes, gasping breath, and seeking tongues.
Her nails dug into his back, and she breathed out, “I’m sorry.”
She came, exploding around him, ripping his own orgasm from the base of his spine. It rolled through him, powerful and intense.
It was the best fucking orgasm of his life.
Made all the more bittersweet because it was finally the end of his relationship with Darcy.
They lay gasping and panting, their lips still clinging together.
He had no idea how long they stayed like that, connected, but it wasn’t long enough.
