They fucking begged.
I pushed the shirt off her shoulders. Let it slide down her arms. She sat there naked in front of me, spine straight, legs folded, thighs trembling.
I didn’t kiss her.
Not yet.
I pushed her back onto the bed. Watched her elbows give. Watched her breath punch out of her lungs as her back hit the mattress.
Her hair fanned around her face. And I looked at her like she was the fucking end of me. Because she was.
I grabbed her knees. Pulled them apart. Her thighs fell open. She was soaked. Dripping.
I growled. Loud. Raw. My hands clutched her thighs so tight she gasped. But she didn’t say no. She never said no to me. Because she knew I wouldn’t break her. I’d rebuild her.
One thrust at a time.
I dropped my mouth to the inside of her knee. Bit. She cried out.
I kissed my way up her thigh.
Slow.
Torturous.
She arched.
Begged.
“Please.”
I didn’t answer.
I just slid two fingers inside her.
She choked on a moan.
“You missed me,” I said. Low. Sharp.
She nodded. Eyes wide. Lips trembling.
“Say it.”
“I missed you,”she breathed.
I slid deeper. My palm pressed against her clit. She shuddered.
“Say it again.”
“I missed you.”
I leaned over her. My body hovered over hers. My fingers never stopped moving.
“Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“Say it louder.”
