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“Yes,” I moaned. “Please, it’s all I want. You. I want you.”
He let go, searched his pants for his wallet and produced a condom. He tore the foil packet open and rolled it on, and paused, his tip pushing through my folds.
“I’m so sorry about before. About pushing you away.”
“It’s okay, Stacey,” he groaned.
His hands slid over my back and back down again as he flexed his hips forward.
“No, it wasn’t.” My words came out in a rush. “I love you, Harry.”
He paused, his fingers once again digging into my hips. “Say that again, Anastasia.”
I looked over my shoulder and held his gaze. “I love you, Dr Harrison Cain.”
He pushed inside me until our bodies were flush against each other. I moaned, desperate to watch how his face changed from a look of wonder and pleasure, and then pain.
“Shit,” he muttered. “You feel so good. Don’t move, Firebird. I need a few seconds.”
He then slowly pulled out and pushed inside me, both of us groaning.
“Tell me again.” He started to thrust in earnest, each movement was rough and hard like Harry could barely hold on.
“I love you,” I moaned, moving in time with him.
“Again,” he grunted, picking up his pace.
My pussy fluttered around his length. “I love you. So much.”
He bent over me, never losing his pace, threading his fingers with mine with his left, while his right hand slid between my legs.
“Again,” he demanded, his breath hot and heavy against my ear as he played with my clit.
“I love you,” I panted, clenching again.
He swore and his pace became frantic. With each thrust, I cried out.
“Need to fuck you fast and hard, Firebird.”
“Yes,yes.”
Harry held onto my hips and slammed into me.
“Your skin doesn’t scare me, Firebird,” he groaned. “Say it again. What I want to hear.”
“I love you, Harrison. I love you, yes, I love you!” I cried out, my body giving over to wave after wave of pleasure.
Harry’s body jerked against mine as he called out my name, and we collapsed on the mattress, panting, facing each other.
I couldn’t contain my grin and neither could Harry.
“I missed you,” he said, tucking an errant strand of hair behind my ear. “These weeks without you wondering if you’d ever talk to me again was the worst.”
“But you bought the surgery.”
He shrugged half-heartedly. “I took a big chance.” Harry’s eyes searched my face. “I love you, Anastasia. I never stopped. Never will.”
“Harry,” I swallowed hard. “I’ll be scared sometimes, and sometimes, I’ll get depressed. I’ll never be rid of the bushfire in my mind.”
