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And then he started to move.
“Oh, shit,” she moaned.
He nodded. “You look at me when you come. You hear? Keep those eyes open and on me.” His thighs slapped against hers on every deep, merciless thrust, making the position a full-body experience.
“Too much,” she rasped.
“No, it isn’t. You can take it. You can take me.” He nailed her with a stare, their faces close.
She gave a fast nod. “I’ll take you. I’ll take you, Griffin.”
“I know you will.”
“I’ll take you—” Her mouth dropped open as the orgasm stole her breath.
“Yeahyeahyeah,” he ground out as her pussy milked him. “God, that’s good.” And then he really started to hammer her. And all she wanted to do was feel him pour himself into her, filling her up, marking her as his. Inside and out.
“Want your come,” she said in a breathy voice.
Eyes still on hers, his jaw clenched.
“Want it so bad.”
“Fuck,” he bit out. And then his face went tight as the orgasm hit him. He thrust through it, his cock jerking inside her again and again. “God, baby,” he finally said, his voice trashed. As their bodies calmed, his mouth claimed hers on a deep, thorough, breath-stealing kiss that made her feel cherished and wanted. Slowly, he released the tightness of his grip and withdrew from her. “Just relax right there.”
He eased off the bed, and despite how sated and mind-blown she was, she still had just enough arousal in her to really enjoy that man’s ass as he crossed to the bathroom.
Griffin returned a moment later, and he arched a brow as he saw her face. “What?”
She let her gaze run all over him—over the cut muscles of his shoulders and chest, the indents of muscles low on his hips, the impressive size of his half-hard cock. “The view in this apartment has improved by like a gazillion per cent since you arrived.”
His deep chuckle made her grin. “I don’t know,” he said, coming down next to her. “I think it was already pretty fantastic.” He dropped a kiss on her belly and pressed a warm washcloth between her legs. She gasped, and he smiled, the expression on his face so damn satisfied as he took care of her.
It felt special and...sacred, even. What they’d done. And that they’d done it here, in her space, in her bed. “Griffin?”
“Yeah, baby?” He peered up her body, his dark eyes filled with so much affection. For her.
“Thank you for coming tonight,” she said.
“You don’t have to thank me, Kenna. Because you’ve made me happier than I’ve been in a long damn time.”
“Me, too,” she said. And, for the first time since forever, she was hopeful that she could actually have a chance at being happy again.
Griffin had given that to her.
And that was everything.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
For the next week, they pretty much held true to the schedule that Griffin had jokingly laid out that night, unable to stay away from each other after so many years apart.
And he was fucking ecstatic.
They’d do scenes at Blasphemy, go back to her place and fall asleep in her little bed, and then go to breakfast together at this old-but-delicious diner down the street. He gave her a tour of his workshop, showing her the woodwork for the huge, intricate bar he was currently in the process of crafting for a new microbrewery opening in the city. The day after that, she’d brought him lunch at his shop and spent the afternoon sitting and talking with him as he worked on the bar. If he hadn’t already been in love with her, the pride and awe she wore on her face as she watched him and examined his work, lovingly running his hand over the wood, just as he sometimes did, might’ve done it. And he took her out—to dinner, to walk around the Inner Harbor, and to a street festival in Fells Point.
Because Griffin didn’t just want a submissive, he wanted a partner. For life.
And damn if he didn’t have to restrain himself hard—from making all kinds of plans. Forever plans.
But he did hold himself back. Because Kenna wanted to take things slow. Because, despite the fact that he’d never stopped loving her, she’d once thought that he’d never loved her in the first place. Because she was worth the wait.
