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His declaration only heightens my regret. “I wish I could take it all back.” Every stolen moment with Liam. Even the ones with Ford.
“We can’t change the past, Novalee.”
“I know, but I hate to think of my mistakes standing between us…of being the reason you’re keeping your distance.”
“There’s zero distance.” He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom before dumping me onto the bed. “I didn’t want to trigger any trauma for you. That’s the reason I didn’t take you anally last night.”
“I’m not scared to be with you like that. I want to feel you inside me again. I need it.”
I need it more than his forgiveness. More than the easement of my guilt. I need it more than my next breath. When we come together, he makes me feel whole, stronger than I thought possible. Being with him rights all the wrongs in my world.
He peels off his shirt, kicks out of his pants, and then he’s positioning me on the mattress, two strong hands shackling my ankles as he drags my ass to the edge of the bed. He strips me bare, in more ways than one, before dropping to his knees.
I’m already wet, primed to fly apart when his tongue works at my throbbing clit. Holding onto his head, fingers sinking into his thick dirty blond hair, I wrap my legs around his shoulders and let him bring me closer to climax.
He clutches my breasts, rough and reckless, and I sense the blind urgency growing in him, feel it in the growling vibrations on my clit, the way his breath quickens with every flick of his tongue.
“Now!” I push his head away. “I need you inside me. Get the lube.”
He’s a man on the brink, his chest heaving, eyes blazing, cock straining to find home. With a flick of his tongue across his bottom lip, he grabs a small bottle from the nightstand.
“If you need to stop,” he says, applying a generous amount of lube to his erection, “say the words.”
“I won’t.”
“You might change your mind if I take you the way I want to.”
“I want it all, Sebastian. The pleasure, the pain. All of you.”
As he pushes into my ass, his muscular arms propping up my legs, I reach for my clit, and he grins. “That’s my girl.”
He thrusts to the hilt, stretching me into an uncomfortable grimace, but instead of bearing down, I will my body to open for his intrusion, my slick fingers circling the throbbing bundle of nerves between my legs.
“You okay?”
“I’m okay.” I hold his tortured gaze, recognizing that he’s still holding back. “Take me how you need to. I can handle it.”
“Holy shit, princess.” He pumps in earnest, blond hair flopping over his forehead with each thrust of his hips. Our sweat-covered bodies become one in a messy, lust-induced symphony of moans and madness. The echoing slaps of flesh on flesh filter through the bedroom.
We’re in sync, complementing each other like lightning and thunder. Just as I feel the tight pull of completion spreading down my limbs and curling my toes, he jerks to a halt inside my ass. There’s nothing more exhilarating than sharing this moment—of experiencing the beauty of intimate unison with him.
Afterward, we crawl between the sheets and allow the fire to cool.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shake my head, snuggling deeper into his spooning embrace. “No. It was amazing.”
His lips trail a path of kisses across the slope of my shoulder. “You’re amazing.”
“We’re amazing together.”
“We sure are.”
Sleep pulls at us, though we awake in the middle of the night for round two. And maybe that’s why it takes several drowsy moments for the incessant pounding to penetrate our sanctuary.
“What’s going on?” As I sit up in bed, Sebastian’s already pulling on his pants.
“Someone’s here.” He tosses me my dress from yesterday before striding toward the source of what woke us. Scrambling into motion, I yank the dress over my head and catch up to him as he opens the front door.
