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“So much,” Harlow breathes. “Do you want me?”

I nod. “Since I knew what it meant to want someone. Do you only want me because of the alcohol?”

He shakes his head. “No. I’ve wanted you all day. I promise. Please.”

Fuck.

I thrust and grind against him, the dry friction just this side of painful, my cock jerking hard.

Slamming my mouth back onto his, I lose all control, rutting against him in pure desperation. Harlow’s hands fist in my hair, his teeth clacking against mine as he tries to kiss me deeper.

He can’t move. Not with me pinning him to the wall, but if the way he’s whimpering is any indication, he doesn’t care.

“I’m gonna fuck against you just like this,” I grit out, rolling my hips again as heat and electricity fire up my spine. His heels dig into my ass cheeks as he nods frantically. “Until we both come.”

He whispers my name, and it’s better than any dream I’ve ever had. Any fantasy. It’s raw and choked and breathy. He tilts his head back, exposing his throat to me, and I dive down, dragging my teeth over his fluttering pulse.

His entire body shudders as a loud moan rips through him. It’s everything. I’m obsessed. Obsessed with the way he tries to roll his hips even though I have him pinned. Obsessed with the way his heels are trying to force me to move faster, go harder. Obsessed with every moan and whimper and whine that spills from him into the night air.

I’ll never recover from this, and I don’t even care. It’s not even over. I haven’t even heard him come, haven’t watched his face contort in pleasure, and I already know it’ll never be enough. Three months, three years, three lifetimes… It doesn’t matter. There will never be enough time to fill the gaping need I have for him inside me.

I suck on his throat, hard enough that I know I’m going to leave a mark. Hard enough that he tugs on my hair, his body shifting restlessly and his noises ticking up. I do it again and again, peppering his skin with my marks. With my teeth and my tongue and harsh suction until he’s bowing toward me, his back leaving the wall.

His voice breaks as he cries out, and I can feel the moment he comes. Can feel the heat that seeps through his jeans against my cock. Can feel his body going taut. Can feel the vibrations of his moans.

“Keep going,” he groans. “So good. So fucking good.”

It’s everything I imagined and more, and I drop my mouth to his again, panting against his lips as I rock my hips, and my own orgasm slams into me. White spots dance at the edge of my vision, my legs going weak with the force of it. I keep thrusting into him, my cock pulsing and jerking against his until I’ve soaked my boxers in cum and Harlow is trembling in my arms.

Pressing my forehead to his, I try to calm my ragged breathing.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. What did I just do?

He whimpers, stopping my spiral in its tracks. “Gray,” he breathes again, this time sated and almost a little sleepy.

“Harlow,” I whisper back.

I pull away just enough to make eye contact with him, and the dazzling blue latches onto mine. “Holy fuck.”

Yeah, that sounds about right. I can’t say I disagree.

He purses his lips, his eyes falling closed, and I seal our lips together. The desperation has cooled some, and the kisses we exchange are slow and sweet, his tongue soothing the sting from his nibbling of my lower lip, his fingers gentle on my scalp where before they were rough and harsh.

I kiss him until we’ve both caught our breath, and then even longer. Until the cum in my jeans gets uncomfortable, and I’m sure Harlow feels the same way. With a small sigh, I break the kiss.

“I should probably get you back to the hotel so we can shower.”

Harlow nods. “Together?”

I don’t see why not. It’s not like I haven’t already crossed boundaries I told myself I wouldn’t. “Sure.”

“We have to go shopping tomorrow,” Harlow says when I’ve carefully placed him on his feet and called for a car to take us back to the hotel.

“What for?”

We only have one full day left here, and we already have fancy clothes for our dinner. I can’t possibly imagine what we might need.

“Rings.”