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I lifted my hand as he pulled out my chair.
“Kat,” he warned.
I loved it when he said my name like that, etched deep with desperation and frustration in equal measure. When I moved against him, he trembled. I lowered my gaze to that hard chest underneath the thin cotton shirt, the chest that held a heart that belonged to me…just as mine belonged to him. “Make love to me, Lazarus,” I whispered, shifting my body to perch on the edge of the expansive wooden dining table.
The two place settings looked ridiculous amidst the large empty space. It was a family table, one designed for tiny cups and cutlery designed for little hands. Just as this house had been made for a family, it was made to be bustling and alive.
“Make love to me and never stop,” I urged, pinning my focus on him.
He stilled, searching my gaze, as the front of my dress fell between my legs. I parted them, waiting for that space to be filled by him.
With a savage sound, he surged forward, grasped the back of my neck with a forceful but gentle grip, and kissed me, hard. The table settings were swept aside, plates and glasses crashing to the floor. The zipper at the back of my dress was yanked with trembling fingers before it was torn. I clawed him, tearing at his shirt, as that hunger inside me was unleashed.
We were frenzied and desperate.
We were in love.
His teeth bumped against mine as he kissed me. But his hands…his hands were so fucking gentle as they peeled my dress from my body. He broke the kiss, looking down at the soft lace bustier, and froze.
I didn’t follow his gaze. I knew exactly what he saw.
His fingers trembled as he barely brushed the bruise that swept across my breast. I swallowed hard, finding my body in his gaze. Sadness. Anger. He didn’t hold back, sliding the strap down until the top of my breast spilled free. He lowered his head, those soft, warm lips finding every ache.
“Never again,” he whispered against my skin.
The warmth of his breath teased my nipple. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back as he took me into his mouth. My hand found the back of his head, my fingers gliding through those soft curls as he peeled the rest of my bustier lower and pushing my dress to my waist.
With gentle force, he pushed me backwards, lay me down on the table, and stared down at me like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever seen.
“Tell me when to stop, Kat,” he murmured, sliding under to hook his fingers in the sides of my panties.
If he was waiting for that, then he’d be waiting forever. He dragged my panties low as I lifted my hips, tugged them free, and grasped my hips. My pulse raced as I kicked off my heels and lifted my bare feet to the edge of the table.
One strong yank and I slid against him, opening my legs to capture his body.
“I never want this night to end,” he said. “Never want this to end.”
He slid his hand between my thighs and gentle fingers brushed along my crease. I was already desperate for him, already trembling with anticipation. It felt like forever since I’d felt him, a lifetime of torture to get to this moment.
And as his fingers sank into me, his thumb finding that aching throb, it was worth it.
All of it.
“Mine,” he claimed, and slowly sank to his knees. “All mine.”
I reached between my legs as he licked my clit, sucking it into his mouth. My fingers brushed his hair as he moved deeper, sliding his arm under my ass to devour me. I gave myself to him, letting him take me with his tongue until my body trembled and that hunger turned to fire inside me. “Lazarus…”
He lifted his head, his perfect lips glistening with my desire.
There were no words needed. He just reached between us with one hand and unbuckled his belt. His straining cock pushed against his white boxers as he slid the zipper down low. Still dressed in his white shirt, he shoved his pants and underwear down and leaned his cock against my crease.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
He was scared, I knew that. But I just nodded, splaying my legs wider as he slipped against me. Our gazes connected, fear a beast between us, as he slowly thrust, pushing inside. I moaned with the feeling, clenching my ass as he slowly worked in deeper. “I love you,” I moaned. “I love you so much.”
He never said the words.
Just let his body tell me what I already knew. Slow careful thrusts turned harder and urgent. He was holding back. I didn’t want that, but it was too soon, and we had forever. He pulled me against him, sliding his hands under my back to pull me from the table and hold me against his chest.
