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She bowed her head and pulled me into a heavy embrace. “I’m sorry.”
Oh Goddess, it was hard to say what I wanted more—space to grieve my bruised ego or more room with Galanthia to pound it out. While having her close felt good, I knew it would just give way to confusion all over again, and then we’d be right back to the start of things. Her coldness, her aloof nature, would come back into play in ways that made me think I had lost her.
There were so many ways this could go wrong.
My features set with curiosity.What about the ways it could go right?
Galanthia massaged my back as she cradled my head into her bosom. This place was always better than anywhere else. It was the spot I’d gone for immediately the last time we had hooked up in the woods, and it would probably always be the place I found solace—if I chose to continue choosing her.
But that was just the thing about Galanthia. It didn’t feel like I had a choice in choosing her. It felt like my body was committed to responding to her touch whether I allowed it or not. And though I didn’t want to deny her, I didn’t want to welcome her either.
I don’t want to get hurt again, I thought as my hands betrayed my resolve.I don’t want to fall for someone new.
I mumbled incoherently while daring to kiss her cleavage, feeling the swell her inhalation, and smiling when I felt her shudder. Chocolate frosting sat on the edge of her right tit, inviting me to lick it up. She didn’t argue with that. Nor did she bother arguing with the fact that my right hand had untied her apron.
When the apron hit the ground, I guided her back to the counter, pinning her to the space right next to the stove. More frosting sat beneath her chin. That too prompted me to clean it up with my mouth, coaxing a more vulnerable sigh to the surface. She bucked against me, drawing my hips right into her, lining me up to fit her perfectly.
“I don’t understand,” I argued as I thumbed down the straps of her tank top. “What are you doing to me?”
“I should ask you the same.”
War broke out between our mouths, a kiss so deviant and frightening that it made me think too hard about what I wanted and how the hell I could achieve it. She was all I wanted, and I wanted nothing else to get in the way of my achieving that. Nobody could force us apart. Our history couldn’t hold a candle to the flames kindling our affection. Really, there wasn’t a damn person in the world who could convince me I shouldn’t just have Galanthia in my life however I saw fit.
I mean, other than her, of course. She could say whether she wanted to be here. She could choose or deny me. And while I’d always advocate for her choice, I knew I had to make sure she knew exactly what she’d get if she did choose me of her own volition.
Her breasts plopped out of her top, landing right into my palms. I thumbed her nipples and watched them harden under my touch, ravishing the tender pink points with generous circles. I bent to caress one with my mouth, groaning with satisfaction when I felt her fingers undoing my zipper.
My jeans were shucked to the ground, my boxers following them. She gripped my cock and eased it between her legs, selfishly ruining my time with her tits. Urgent grunts broke me away from her lovely melons and made me growl with a hunger I recognized now as something that only existed for her.
She was the only one who could sate me now. Many nights had been spent with my hand as a companion, and every time since I’d first had her, it was her image that came to mind. I hated that I couldn’t get her out of my head. At the same time, I was desperate to keep her there.
Adoration like this didn’t make sense. It scared me. Yet it was what I wanted to motivate my way forward.
“So eager for me today,” I rasped. “Why is that, Lanthie?”
“I think about you more than I care to admit.”
Though her voice was confident, I could hear the undertones of desire threatening to break her apart.
“I can’t stop…”
I smiled weakly. “I can’t either.”
“Take me like this.”
“Only if you say please.”
Her brows parted as she bit her lower lip. While her lids weighed heavy, the rest of her seemed to sag against the counter. “Please.”
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her hips. Primal hunger took hold of me as I slid my cock into her slit, watching the way our bodies met and parted as I teased her entrance. Just enough arousal soaked my entry to make it the perfect pocket for me to penetrate.
That alone would make me come. But I didn’t want this to end so quickly. As always with her, I wanted to drag it out as far as we could stand. I wanted to enjoy every aching second of our bodies smashing together.
Even if it made me exhausted to do it.
She shuddered. “Avi…”
“Not another word, Lanthie, or I’ll stop.”
