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I fought against him, finally pulling my hands free and pushing at his chest, managing to gain a few feet between us.
“You don’t get to show up here like this and be an asshole. You hurt me.”
I was getting emotional now, but I didn’t care.
I’d done anger. I’d done silence. This was the point I was at.
Just plain fucking hurt.
“You know me, Meyah,” he argued, slamming his palm against his chest. “You need to think about that. I fucking love you.”
I threw my hands in the air. “What does that even mean?”
He rushed forward again, this time, he wasn’t giving up. He pressed his lips to mine, stealing the kiss I’d been fighting to keep to myself. My fight was leaving, he swallowed every pathetic protest I threw at him and soon I just gave up.
I was fucking weak.
He made me weak.
“Stop thinking,” he whispered, his mouth trailing down my neck, kissing and nipping at my skin. I held on tightly to him, my hands gripping his cut, the worn leather reminding me of home—of him. “Trust your heart. Trust what it’s telling you.”
“Just tell me,” I pleaded as his hands trailed up my naked legs, reaching under the long nightshirt I realized was probably the least sexy thing he’d ever seen, but hadn’t made one single comment about.
“I shouldn’t need to.”
He didn’t give me time to respond before he whipped my nightshirt over the top of my head and tossed it behind him. I gasped when he placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up onto the bed, the peculiar height not so irritating in that moment.
He hooked his fingers on either side of my panties, and I failed to protest as he drew them down my legs while his lips found my inner thigh. I was wet, embarrassingly so given I’d spent so much time fighting him and trying not to give in.
He told me to trust my heart.
And for me, that meant one thing.
Him.
Following my heart would always lead me back to him.
I gasped as his fingers rubbed across my clit, throwing myself back on the bed. My hips instantly rose up as if seeking more. “Good girl,” Ham praised, rubbing his thumb in circles around my clit. “Tell me you want to cum.”
“Ham…” I hummed as my body began to burn, the swipe of his thumb across my clit was teasing me, taunting me, making me want more.
“Give me those words. You know I like to hear you say them,” he growled, stopping his movements when I bit my lip. “Meyah…”
I groaned. “Please. Please make me cum.”
Two fingers drove deep inside me making my body bow off the bed, the blankets underneath me soon becoming a total mess as I writhed, unable to control my body’s response to him. “Oh God.”
He pushed his fingers in and out, slowly, torturing me and when he pressed his mouth to my clit and sucked it into his mouth, I almost exploded. He sucked hard, to the point it was almost painful, my hips had a mind of their own wiggling and grinding against his face.
There was just a light shadow of bristles across his jawline, they were prickly and rough against the insides of my legs, but I loved it.
It was a reminder he wasn’t some high school boy who didn’t know what he was doing.
He was a man—my man.
He pulled back, humming in satisfaction as he watched his fingers dip inside me, pushing them as deep as they could go. It felt fucking amazing, but I wanted more.
I wanted him.
