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That familiar warmth stirred within me, and it felt like coming home. Returning to the only person who could satisfy that aching need.
Whether Rowan was right about her being my mate, or if I was only helplessly consumed by her, it didn’t seem to matter. At the end of it all, I just wanted her. I needed her.
It was unbearable. But from the way Sara wrapped her arms around my neck and sighed into my mouth, I knew she felt the same way.
Chapter 20 - Sara
There was nothing patient about the way Griffin kissed me, or how his hands wasted no time creeping up the front of my shirt.
He pawed at my breasts, eager for some part of me to get a hold of like it was the only thing anchoring him at that moment.
To make matters worse, I wanted it. I needed it.
I could’ve pushed against him and demanded he go home. Insisted he leave me alone after how he lost his cool because of Noah, but I didn’t want to. For whatever sick reason, I found his angry flush attractive. How he didn’t want me entertaining anybody else.
It made me feel like there was more between us, and whether that was fueling my delusion or not, it felt good.
For better or for worse, I wanted him.
In a blur, he was walking me backward through the house, but his impatience got the better of him, and he scooped me up. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he continued toward the stairs with a grunt.
In a mess of lips and limbs, we couldn’t get enough of each other. Each kiss was more charged than the last, and it sent me on a whirlwind. My skin felt like it was on fire as he brought me upstairs.
The moment we hit my bedroom, Griffin’s lips hungrily consumed my own, and he pressed my back against the wall. The impact made me gasp, but I eased into the next kiss he offered me.
Even if he was still pissed at me, his furious affections were laced with his usual gentleness, aware of his strength. His hands moved to my hips as he let me down, his grip tight and possessive.
It made my insides melt.
With one hand, he gripped my jaw and forced my head to the side, where he trailed burning kisses down my neck. Each one left me breathless and had my head spinning. With the other, he worked my yoga pants off me.
“You want to keep company like him?” Griffin growled, nipping at my skin before coming back up to be eye-level with me. “Then I’ll make sure you only think of me. When you see him next, you’ll remember this moment, and how he could never make you feel like this.”
Hearing about Noah and stirring that argument up again made the protest settle on my tongue, but the moment my pants fell to the ground and Griffin dropped to his knees, the thought left me.
Before I could understand what he was doing, Griffin yanked my panties down in one swipe and parted my legs. He was on me at a moment’s notice, hands gripping my thighs while he leaned in.
His tongue swiped at my clit with agonizing precision. That residual irritation melted away with the second caress, and I sighed. My legs felt like they were made of jelly, but I forced myself to stand there and take every affection he had to offer.
With his fury and determination as fuel, Griffin lapped at my core, jolting me with those sudden bursts of pleasure. I whimpered at the feeling, simultaneously loving the sensation, and wanting more.
He looked up at me through those dark lashes, and a shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t think he could get any more gorgeous, but I was proven wrong once again. As he suckled on my clit, all the strength in my body seemed to be leeched away, and I could hardly hold myself up.
To my relief, he used one of his big hands to hold me up, pinning me against the wall.
While his eyes suggested he was still furious, they were laced with a hunger of his own, and the thought of him putting that anger to good use made my stomach flip-flop.
“Griffin…” I sighed, leaning against the wall with the hope of staying upright despite the intensity of his movements.
He pressed a quick kiss to my inner thigh, offering me the slightest break from his ministrations. “My name will be the only one you remember. It’s the only one you need to know.”
His brazen comments sparked that familiar irritation within me, but the moment he went to work on my core again, I didn’t have the energy to fight it.
Even if I didn’t want to admit it, his demand was already coming true. His name and image were always in my mind, regardless of how I felt about him. I had the feeling it would only get worse.
It didn’t take long for him to return me to that same desperate, messy state. Using the wall for support, along with his hand pinning me to it, I couldn’t fight the waves of pleasure that crashed into me. His undivided attention went to my soaked core, where he hit every possible inch and angle.
My throat was dry from moaning and gasping, and my fingers tensed within his brown locks. I squirmed beneath his touch, aware of how quickly he was pushing me to the edge already. That release was looming over me, threatening to snap at any moment.
