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I moaned, falling back onto the bed with him.
Pinning me underneath him, he kissed from my lips to my cheeks, to my neck, all while his body pressed into me. Closing my eyes, I remembered how many nights I wished to be back here—back in his arms—how I dreamed of his kisses. And now, after months, here he was. My heart couldn’t take it. My throat ached, and I don’t know what sound I made, but he stopped, his head rising. I didn’t know what face I had made or was making until I saw the concern in his eyes and felt the moisture in mine. He opened his mouth to speak, but I spoke first.
“I missed you a lot,” I confessed. “I don’t remember if I said it already. But I really missed you.”
Slowly, his mouth closed, and he bit his bottom lip. It took him a second before he spoke. “Odette, you cannot say things like that to me now.”
“Why?”
“Because it makes my heart shake,” he whispered, resting his forehead on mine. “I am sorry—”
“I learned today that royals do not say I am sorry.”
“They do to people they love.” He cupped my face, his thumb gently tapping my lips. “And I love you, Odette.”
“Ditto,” I managed with the largest grin plastered to my face.
He groaned. “Would it kill you to say the actual words?”
“I think I have been cheesy enough for one night. You already got tears, Gale,” I teased.
His response was to sit up. “See, this is what I get for stopping for conversation.”
Sitting up, I placed my hands on his face and my forehead against his. “I love you, Gale. I love you deeply.”
He kissed my lips slowly, and when he kissed my neck, I gripped his hair, closing my eyes.
“Does that mean you are not holding back anymore?”
“Having you here was exactly what I was holding back for,” he whispered, and before I could reply, his lips were back on mine. I wanted to ask something or, at the very least, say something witty in return, but with each kiss, a thousand words vanished from my mind until I had no words at all. Only moans.
Quickly, between heated kisses, between our tongues desperately interlocking, I was able to get him out of his shirt.
With the clothes gone and both of us naked, pressed up against each other, Gale reached between my thighs, stroking me gently at first before inserting his fingers in me.
“By God, you are beautiful,” he replied, his cock hard, long, and eagerly waiting to take over from his hands.
I wanted to touch him too.
“I want you,” I whispered, then kissed his shoulder and the base of his neck.
“Fuck, I can’t wait anymore...” He pulled his hands from me and spread my thighs. I held on to him, trying to brace myself, but even still, the force in which he thrust himself inside of me made my back arch.
“Oh, Gale.” My mouth dropped open, and pain and pleasure—but mostly pleasure—ran through me.
He gave me only a moment to adjust before once more slamming deep inside me. My toes curled, and feeling him in me left me shaking.
Oh, God...it felt too good. “Gale.”
I was in love with her.
Which was why there was a small part of me that felt guilty for taking her this way—slightly drunk and upset, burying my pain in her body. But a much bigger part of me was intoxicated by her...by the pleasure of feeling her holding me tightly, pulling me, daring me to go harder, to go deep inside of her.
When she somehow managed to flip us over to now be on top of me, her breasts bouncing before me, there was no doubt in my mind I was in heaven. Reaching up, I held on to her breast, pinching her nipples, wanting them in my mouth.
“Gale...” She moaned out my name, and it was enough to drive me mad.
Siting up, holding on to her thighs, I brought her down as I slammed up into her.
