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“I love you more,” I say, reaching up on the tips of my toes to kiss his jaw. I’d have preferred his lips, but I’m too short.
“I, um, have some photos if you’d like to see them?”
His nod is jerky now, but I reach over for my phone, my chest brushing against his. He hisses, and I hold in my smirk as I flip through the photos. I pull up the “Emily” contact, and show him a few photos of the two of us over the years.
There’s a few where I’m young, and she’s likely closer to the woman he was used to, and some of us dressed up for events, and even just a lovely family shot.
“Fucking hell,” he hisses once more, but this time, it’s not due to arousal. He drops down onto the edge of the bed, continuing to look through the photos on my phone. His face is filled with so much pain, but I can feel the small amount of joy across the bond.
He’s relieved, but I think that like Alex, he’s betrayed. He’s devastated.
And he feels guilty.
“Do you want a hug?” I ask softly when he puts the phone down. He doesn’t speak but opens his arms for me. I take the two steps forward and wrap my arms around his neck, letting him tug me closer.
He breathes in deep, and I squeeze that little bit tighter. His arms are wrapped around my waist, and I can hear each one of his breaths as he breathes in my scent.
“Thank you.” His words are breathy, and he pulls back from me.
I can feel the heat rising up my cheeks as he looks at me. There’s such a heated intensity in his eyes, and I tenderly cup his cheeks and lean in close for a kiss.
Having him sitting on the edge of the bed and me standing puts me taller than him, so I bend my head down and press my lips to his, shamelessly pressing my body closer, angling my lower body near his hand in the biggest hint I can muster.
Topher pulls me forward gently, our cores connecting, as our kiss deepens. I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment with him. His hand slides down to my hips, pulling me as close as possible, as our bodies mould together.
He doesn’t pause, he doesn’t take a second to breathe, he just devours me as if it’s his god-given right.
I whimper as his teeth brush against my lower lip, and he smiles into the kiss. His hand rises up to grip my hair, and he tugs my head to the side as he leaves heated kisses down my jaw to my neck. He sucks and nibbles, teasing and taunting me.
I roll my hips against his centre as his teeth graze my neck. I moan as he actually bites me, but unlike when I bite him, his is far too soft and gentle.
The air is supercharged with our passion, and yet, I feel so empty.
“More,” I whimper when he pulls his teeth away to give me a soft kiss instead. “Please, Toph.”
“What do you want, princess?” he murmurs, the scratch of his beard against my neck causing goosebumps to appear across my skin.
“Bite me. Please.” I don’t know where the plea comes from, but I mean it. I want him to bite me. I want him to fill me with his cock, to take the emptiness away.
I can feel the bastard smirk, and the fury only turns me on that much more.
“Beg me for it.”
I freeze, and he kisses my neck, running his hands up and down my sides, every so often, brushing against the side of my boobs but never hovering.
“You heard me, princess,” he says. He sounds so unbothered, and yet, not only are my panties drenched, I’m panting like a dog in heat. “Beg me for it.”
He grips my hair tight, but not enough to truly hurt, and pulls me back so I’m looking in his hazel eyes. “You’ve been spoiled by the others, princess, but with me, you know the score. You obey, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
I gasp, and as he cups my cheek, his thumb presses against my lips. “Suck.”
I fucking obey.
I suck his thumb like it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted, making eye contact with him the entire time, fucking living for the prideful look on his face.
I rock against him again, this time, my wetness engages with his knee instead of his erection, and his smile widens, dimples forming amongst his beard.
“Now, beg like the good little girl I know you are,” he demands, giving me a grin.
