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He brings a hand to my panties, pushing them to the side. When his thumb grazes my clit, I swallow back a moan.
My heart is ready to explode. It kicks against my chest, and for a second, I’m sure it’s going to jump out and claim him.
“I never did,” I admit quietly, tilting my head to the side to give him better access.
“I know.”
Without warning, he presses two fingers inside me. They slip in through the wetness and curl instantly, driving a whimper from my chest. Our kiss, our proximity, that’s all I need to stir my unending desire for Ethan.
We become a madness of feelings. A rush of skin against skin. He doesn’t even take my underwear off. He only undoes his jeans and barely lowers his boxers.
There’s a burning need inside us.
Do you know what it’s like to feel like you’ve missed someone your entire life?
Because the Ethan from high school, my strange boyfriend, isn’t the man he’s become. He’s worse now. Stronger, sharper. He’s a serial killer, his mind darker than it’s ever been. He’s the man who helped me escape and dragged me back. The man who suffers while his brother parades me around as his.
I never knewthisEthan. And I missed him.
I moan when the tip of his hard dick nudges against my entrance.
“You still love me,” he repeats. “You never stopped loving me.”
“I never stopped loving you.”
He kisses me, licks my open mouth, bites down my neck and all the way to my shoulders. I hiss, but I let him mark me. He loves marking me. That’s the only thing that hasn’t changed.
“Say it again.” It’s a plea, not an order. Something that fuels him.
“I never stopped loving you, Ethan. Not when you pushed me away, not when I joined the Kings.”
As he presses slowly inside me, I tremble against him. “I never stopped loving you when I met up with Elliot or Sawyer. When I ran away…aah…”
He presses harder, deeper.
“I know,” he growls. “Iknow.” They sound more likeI knew it, thanI know.They sound likeI’ve won.
He pushes all the way, making me cry out. When he grabs my hips, I wrap my arms around his neck. He moves inside me with pure, unyielding need. He does it for me and for him. Our bodies stay tight against each other. The only thing separating us is every time his hips pull back to pound against me.
He fucks me into the kitchen table, so hard that at every thrust, it moves back a little. It grates against the floor, and he follows.
“You’re going to love me forever.” Nowthatsounds like an order. “I swear to God, Jade, don’t you dare stop.” A threat even.
“I won’t…I won’t,” I pant.
As Ethan fucks me for the first time in more than three years…it feels almost indescribable.
Almost.
Because deep down, I know exactly what it feels like.
Coming home.
I come once from his thumb on my clit. Twice when he explodes inside me.
We’re two panting messes, our foreheads against the other.
“I love you,” he whispers like a secret. “I never stopped loving you, Jade.”
