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I am nothing without her.
Sealing my lips to hers—because it’s all I can do, I realisehow fucking selfish I am, asking her to love me. Taking her love without giving her what she wants from me more than anything, which is to know my own fucking worth.
She pushes back against me, and before I know it, my hands are all over her, consuming her mind, her body. Her soul. I can’t live my life without this woman. I’m greedy, pulling her body carefully to mine with an intensity that’s loaded.
I taste her tears on my lips, and I open my eyes watching her, needing to make sure she’s okay.
Mads moves her body with my hands guiding her. She’s sitting over me, her legs straddling mine. Her hands cradle my cheeks, and I do the same, my fingers pulling her head to mine. “Promise me.” Her voice is doused in lust, but more than anything, it’s determination. Determination to hear me tell her that I won’t slip back into my darkness.
Placing her hand on my heart again, she waits.
“I promise,” I breathe.
After a moment she leans forward, touching her lips to mine. The soft kiss has me closing my eyes, trying to savour this. If what Mollie is saying is right and I’m soon to be a wanted man, these simple moments need to be tattooed on my brain. They need to scar me, need to cut me deep so that I never fucking forget that this woman is the woman who, when I thought my soul was sleeping somewhere, found it and brought me back to life.
Pulling her closer to me, I can't help but let my body consume her. Her hands grip me, mirroring my every move. We're losing ourselves in each other. I scramble to remove her clothes, pulling and tugging as I bare her body before me. I can't hide from what's inside and she fucking knows it.
Mads stands in a rush, undoing her jeans and pushing them to the floor.
I quickly undo mine, raising my hips just enough to pushthem out of the way to free myself.
She moves her body back over mine, and I line myself up, looking at her—my eyes never leaving hers.
Her lips part, and I let out a moan when the tip of my cock pushes inside her. It steals her breath, but without stopping, she slides herself down me until she's completely full.
Neither of us move.
Allowing my eyes to close briefly, I savour the sensation of filling her. Fuck, there’s no feeling like it. When I tear my eyes open, my hands worship her. From her legs to her hips, to her breasts, to her shoulders, her neck.
Mads throws her head back, and her hips involuntarily start to rock. It feels electrifying. There's no controlling my hands as they squeeze her skin, pulling her body closer to mine.
“Look at me.”
She drags her head forward, her chin rolling to her chest at my command.
But those eyes. They close the second my hips raise and I push in deeper. “I need you to look at me, babe,” I say, my voice husky and full of need.
When they eventually open, they lock with mine. I hate that I’m suddenly demanding she look at me, but I need to watch the moment I free her mind of any worry. Even if only for a moment, I need to know it’smefreeing her.
Raising my hips, I push her up and it works.
Letting out a moan, she lifts her lashes to look at me, her lips parting as she takes me. Between the delicious rolls of her hips and my body lifting her higher, love catches us in this moment.
My tongue finds hers, and I hold her face as I suck and twist my way into her mouth. Her hips never stopping moving, our eyes never leaving each other’s. “Mads,” I finally breathe, knowing we’re close but wanting this moment to last so much longer than it will if we don’t stop. “Mads,” I say again moreurgently, gripping the tops of her arms.
With a sob, I feel her tighten around me, her body going rigid before she completely relaxes. She never stops watching me as she comes, tranquilly, her body taking what it needs from mine as she finds her release.
“I love you,” I say. And I watch. Never allowing myself to miss a moment, I watch her unwind, wanting her to take more from me.
But her sobs haven’t subsided. Her mind’s not yet clear.
“Mads?”
She doesn’t answer me. Her arms grip me tighter, her head burying into my neck as she continues to show upset. She’s holding on to me like she knows. Like she fucking knows she has to.
I say her name one more time and when she still doesn’t answer me, I lift my hips, raising her body, pushing her breasts in line with my face.
She whimpers when I take one of her nipples in my mouth and roll my tongue over the bud.
