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“Don’t hide from me right now.”
“Okay.”
“I want you to hear what I’ve said since that night however many years ago when I rejected you.”
I flinch, closing my eyes.
“Look at me, Bright.”
When I do, he rocks my world. “I told you you were every fantasy I have. I told you I was never leaving. I told you I get hard thinking of your face when you come. I told you you’ve tortured me for more than a decade. I told you you were every dream I have. I told you you were like coming home.”
He searches my face, and tears pool and stick in my bottom lashes.
“Baby, you gotta get this. Unless it’s one-sided… Unless you don’t want me… If you’re in this, I need you to hear what I’ve said over and over, not just cling to something I said when I was drunk when I couldn’t have what I wanted most. I’m laying it out there, Brighton. I want you. I choose you. But I have to know, darlin’... Am I in this alone?”
The moment that follows stretches in slow motion in front of me.
Everything I’ve ever wanted.
Everything I’ve ever wished he’d say.
Every single thing I’d beg for this man to put before me, all for my taking.
I can accept and risk it all. Risk having my wildest dreams come true. Or risk having everything I’ve ever wanted ripped away.
“I—” I pause, mustering up my courage, holding his gaze. “Elias, it’s always been you. It will always be you. I’m fucking terrified, but it’s not one sided. In fact—” I’m ramping myself up for an epic rant.
But I don’t get the chance to follow through.
His mouth is on mine.
When he stands, he takes me with him to my room, to my bed.
There’s nothing fast about his movements. Nothing desperate. Nothing in me fights or rushes to have this or to not let it evaporate like a mist before my eyes.
He pulls off my shorts, dragging them slowly down my body, before letting his clothes pool beneath him on the floor. He puts a knee to the bed, and I open my legs for him to slide between.
With one fluid move, he hooks my knees over his elbows, taking complete control, and, holding my eyes with fire in his, he slides inside me.
He drags out slowly, torturously slowly, before slamming back in, hitting me at that inner-most spot.
He looks where we’re joined, where I’m butterflied before him and growls. “Fucking perfect.” His focus flitters between my face and my pussy as he speaks, “Watching you take all of me, darlin’, seeing my dick disappear inside your perfect body, feeling that slick velvet squeeze my cock—”
I clench around him, and his face springs up to meet mine.
“Fuuuck.” It’s a growl. The shuddering from his chest vibrates against my nipples.
“Ah,” I moan, the sensation so overwhelming… my breasts, my pussy, deep inside my belly. I’m overcome and can barely take it. It’s too much and it’s everywhere.
“Do that again.” He slams back inside and I squeeze him as he withdraws, drawing another expletive from his lips. “That feels— It’s—”
I do it again as he tries to withdraw. My body is fighting all the sensations. I’m working to not just take the pleasure humming through my body, but give it away, and make it good for him.
His slow slides. His deep position. My being held wide and helpless to him.
He thrusts until he bottoms out, building an orgasm inside me that may split me in two.
“Had your sweet. Had your rough. Had… Fuck!” He cuts himself off as I squeeze him again. “But, fuck, this— I…” He never finishes that sentence.
