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I’d also been insanely jealous when that naked chick had appeared out of nowhere and tackled him.
His body was mine.
I was never, ever going to admit that, of course.
He was still staring at me, and warning signs were blaring in my head. I wanted to reach up and run my fingers through his damp hair, feeling the soft strands against my skin.
I dragged my gaze away and pretended to read my book. Before I did something crazy like that.
He plucked it out of my hands and threw it across the room.
“Hey!” I cried out, my mouth snapping closed as he took a small key from his pocket and unlocked the cuff around my ankle.
He scooped me into his arms and strode out of the room, down the hallway, and into his bedroom.
“This is done,” he said, throwing me onto the bed.
“I get it. You’re mad. You’re furious. You don’t trust me. But I don’t fucking care. Because I know you’re also crazy about me. Not as crazy as I am about you. But I know you. I know that if I were to tell you you’re free, you wouldn’t go anywhere.”
“Are you freeing me?” I asked, confused.
“Fuck no,” he snapped, sounding affronted, like I’d offended him.
“Then what are you saying?” My voice was petulant…bratty.
“I’m saying that we’re moving on. We’re going to proceed with our relationship with you knowing that I’ll do anything to keep you. Anything to make you happy. To make you love me. And I’m going to keep doing all of those things.”
“So it’s never going to matter what I want? You’re just going to do whateveryouthink is best?”
“Probably!” he suddenly yelled. The first time he’d ever raised his voice at me. “Or at least until you figure out that this thing between us defies all logic. That it isn’t going to follow any rules that the rest of the world…or your fucking mom has set.”
“You don’t know anything about my mother.”
He cocked his head. “I know she ripped your heart out, just like losing my brother took mine. I know you hear her voice in your head, that your past haunts you. I know she’s made you terrified to take what I’m begging to give you!”
“This isn’t what love is supposed to be like,” I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut as my tears threatened to drown me.
He grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. “Fuck love, Monroe. Love is nothing. You can feel love for anyone. What I feel for you is pain. Knowing that a part of my fucking soul is living outside of my body and now that I’ve found it, I’ll die if I ever lose it. That’s what we have. Love is a shadowed imitation for people unlucky enough to never find their soulmates. What we have is everything.”
His words did something to me, rewired something in my brain, like they’d given me permission to accept the crazy, accept the darkness, accept that this went against what society–and my mother–had warned me about.
Accept that I couldn’t live without it.
Lincoln kissed me hard. Desperately. Like that moment was the sum total of our existence. Lips tangling, our moans filling the air, I allowed myself to actually touch him for the first time in a week, to run my hands all over that beautiful body. He shuddered and whimpered against my fingertips like my touch gave him pain.
I moaned when he abruptly pulled away. Like he was possessed, he ripped off my clothes before yanking off his sweats and briefs and tossing them to the side of us.
His fingers ran over my throat, rubbing against my pulse for a moment before he gently pushed me to my back. His grip released and he grabbed my legs, spreading me wide and shoving his thighs between mine, settling into the space. He lined up his cock, rubbing it through my folds before he forced it inside a few inches.
"Fuck yes,” he growled hoarsely. “I’ve been desperate for this, baby. Desperate for you to take my cock. Let me fucking in." His back arched, his chin tilting up to the ceiling, his straining muscles displayed like a feast before me. His abs flexed with each thrust, arms bulging as he pushed my thighs wide.
Iinstantlyorgasmed, unable to stop myself in the face of the highly erotic image in front of me. It wasmethat did this to him.Methat made him crazy. So turned on he couldn’t think.
"Lincoln," I moaned, trying to take all of his brutally thick dick. My body resisted at first—he was so big that a week without him was a long time…and I whimpered in protest. He grabbed my hips, yanking me closer and locking eyes with me as he drove his thick shaft deeper into my throbbing pussy.
"Almost in, baby. You can take it." His voice was both commanding and needy as he thrust himself inside me, filling me and stretching me to my limits. "You’re such a good girl," he praised me in a lust-drunk, gravelly voice as his fingers dug into my flesh, holding me in place. There was a sharp pain that morphed into a throbbing, spreading sensation that gradually transformed into ecstasy.
I moaned, my body instinctively responding to his skilled touch.
