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I can’t hold out. It would take more strength than I could ever possess to prolong this, not after how long we’ve been apart.
The orgasm snakes up my legs, and my back stiffens. I arch, letting go with a loud moan, pulsing into her beautiful body. She shudders, thighs tightening around my waist, her pussy pulling, milking me.
“Gray.” Her voice is a breathy cry.
I brace my body just above hers, so as not to crush her. The waves of pleasure blanket my mind. Her beautiful scent, her beautiful body, her beautiful eyes, lips, breasts. Her hands glide over my shoulders, my neck, my cheeks.
“Drew.” I’ve gone from prayer to worship.
Another pulse. The orgasm pours my soul into hers. We were made to be this way. She was made to be my mate. I love her…
I can’t deny the words or what they do to my soul.
It takes a few moments for us to fumble our way back to reality. I haven’t let her go since I broke through that door, panicked and desperate to know she was okay.
Drew pushes up to sitting, and I release her, allowing her to rise. Even though I’ve let her go, my arms are still beside her. I still want to hold her close.
She reaches out to touch my neck, resting her sweet face against my chest. I can’t deny us what we need. My arms are around her again.
Chapter 17
Drew
My insides throb from Gray’s invasion like a deep longing has finally been filled. My thighs burn from exertion, and my breasts are sore from his kisses and sucks. If I looked in the mirror, I’m sure I’d see red marks all over my skin.
He was like a wild animal when I opened the door. It broke my heart, but it also filled it with desire. He was desperate, determined to find me, to save me… then to fuck me.
Finally.
I lift my cheek off his bare chest and cup his face. “Will you spend the night?”
The muscle in his jaw moves as if a shred of resistance still lingers. A trickle of fear moves through my chest, until he nods. I watch as he pushes the wet jeans down his legs and gathers them along with his shirt.
His ass is so fine, tight and square. I chew my lip as I watch him walk to the back room where the washer-dryer set is located. When he comes back, I rub my legs together, admiring the lines in his chest, in his stomach. The way his dick sways, long and heavy between his muscular thighs, coming back to life when our eyes meet. I don’t even try to hide the lust on my face. I want him again.
“Come with me.” He takes my hand, and I slide off the table.
The robe is still on my shoulders, but it’s open. I want him to see my body. I take a step toward him, and thick wetness drips onto my inner thighs. His eyes darken at the sight.
My lip goes under my teeth. “You didn’t use a condom.”
“I haven’t been with anyone but you.”
Another wave of joy hits me so hard, I almost sit down. I’d wanted it to be true, but I was afraid to ask.
“Me either.” It’s a quiet confession, almost shy.
He lifts me off my feet, carrying me to the stairs. His expression is set, determined, and I put my arms around his neck again, resting my face on his shoulder.
My body hums with excitement, and he doesn’t stop until we’re in my bathroom, where he sets me down again, picking up a washcloth. It’s damp, and he uses it to clean me. I’m not sure why, since his cock is like a steel rod pointing at me.
Tossing the cloth aside, he straightens, placing his thumb under my jaw and lifting my face to his. “
I want to kiss you again.”
Without a word, I rise onto my toes, holding his shoulders and pressing my lips to his. His warm mouth opens mine, and his tongue sweeps inside. Another wave of happiness fills my chest. My eyes are closed, and I cling to him. He’s my stability through this overwhelming reunion.
I’m off my feet again. His strong hands grip my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us to my bedroom. I hug him close, pressing my breasts against his rock-hard chest.
