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But of course, it doesn’t matter what I do because he doesn’t put me down. He just smacks my ass roughly and marches me back into the apartment, kicking the door open with such force that I know I’ll be patching a hole in the wall tomorrow. And by that, I mean, calling a handyman to do it because, really, what do I know about drywall?
“Put me down,” I demand, and Sem throws me onto the bed. He literally launches me onto it from across the room.
I bounce twice and my breath leaves my body for just a moment. Glancing up, I see Sem glowering at me.
Jesus, maybe he’s really mad.
Well, fuck him too. Trying to tie me up to evade an actual serious conversation.
“Why are you not enough?” I ask again, not giving up. I need to know so I can have some closure when this all ends.
“Drop it.”
“No.”
“Drop. It.”
“Make me.”
Sem growls as he pounces on me. His hands roughly capture my wrists and tug them over my head. His face is right over mine and I lick my lips in anticipation.
Because, fuck me, I want him to kiss me.
His wild gaze moves from my eyes to my mouth, and he swallows roughly.
“Hey. Sem. Eyes on me.”
Those blue irises meet mine, and I hold his gaze. “I need you to understand this. You’re enough, Sem. You’reenough.” I say softly, and he blinks once before his mouth crashes down onto mine. And just like I expected, Sem kisses like he does almost everything else. Wildly and aggressive.
He bites down on my lower lip, sucking it between his teeth before licking into my open, panting mouth. His fingers clench against my wrists before one hand moves to my face, grasping onto my jaw and moving me just the way he wants. His fingers dig into my skin, and I arch beneath him. Fuck, this is the best damn kiss of my life.
My breath comes out unsteadily, my heartbeat thundering in my ears, as he feeds on my mouth. And then his hips arch, and I feel his hard cock brushing against mine.
Oh god, I haven’t dry humped in ages. I missed this.
His hand threads through my hair, and he tilts my head more, fucking his tongue into my mouth as we rut against each other.
We don’t come up for air for ages.
When he finally rips his mouth from mine, my lips are sore, my cheeks red from beard burn.
He glances down at me and then groans. “Look at you.”
I feel my cheeks redden even more, and then my stomach grumbles, interrupting the moment.
“Ignore that.”
“Nah.”
“I just want to keep doing this,” I say, trying to press my lips to his, but when he doesn’t give me what I want, I pout. “Fine. Whatever. Torture me. Seems to be your favorite pastime.”
Sem smiles softly, presses his forehead to mine, and then he’s rolling onto his back, my body clinging to his, and he stands up, walking us both to the kitchen.
“You need to eat,” he says, grabbing the lukewarm food from the stove, scooping me up a serving, and placing it in the microwave. He fumbles with the buttons, but I’m not paying any attention to what’s happening. I’m too busy nipping at his jaw, licking up to his ear, and sliding my tongue around the rim.
“Stop that,” he mutters, and then he’s leaning me against the fridge and pressing his lips to mine again.
The beeping of the microwave finally forces him to wrench his mouth from mine, and I whimper.
