“Noah,” she moaned, the fight she was so full of before, disappearing into thin air.
Wind roared around us. The icy cold air should’ve made me shake, but my body burned from the need to be buried deep inside of her, until neither one of us knew where she began, and I ended.
Without preamble, without waiting anymore, I pressed my lips to hers, soft against hard. Sweet against sour, and took and took and took.
Our tongues clashed, our breaths intertwined, and my heart hammered, threatening to jump out of my chest. She pressed her hands against my chest, exploring with every moan escaping from her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, dragging her nails across my skin, sending the small rivulets of pleasure straight to my core. My dick pressed against my pants, pain and pleasure, anticipation, while I devoured her sweet mouth, tasting her for the first time.
“You’re mine, Sophie,” I murmured against her lips, fighting for air, while she did the same. “Please tell me you’re mine.”
Her eyes glazed over as I sneaked one hand beneath the shirt she wore, finding my way to her bra. Beneath the cotton material, I found what I was looking for. Her breast fit perfectly in my hand, her perky little nipple standing up, waiting for me, begging for attention.
“Fuck,” she moaned, closing her eyes as I squeezed and played, caressed and pinched until she started writhing beneath my hands.
“Tell me you’re mine, Soph.” I placed an open-mouthed kisses on her jaw, on her neck, all the way to her collarbone, pulling the shirt lower. My eyes feasted on the pale, luminescent skin waiting for me to be touched. “Tell me and I’ll give you what you want.”
“I’m yours,” she admitted. “I have always been yours.”
“Yes,” I hissed, the roaring triumph inside of me pushing me to take more and more and more, until she was ready to do the same.
She owned every inch of me—every crevice of my body, my soul, my heart. I just needed her to see how much I burned for her. How much I needed her. I needed her to see that my days had no colors if she wasn’t in them.
She took it all when she left that night three months ago—songs, colors, taste. She took everything that ever connected me to her.
I couldn’t go near cherries because they reminded me of her. I couldn’t listen to songs we used to listen to together, because every single lyric was meant for her.
I was born to be with her, and I was tired of constantly depriving myself of the one thing I truly wanted.
My hands strummed against her skin, and as I removed my hand from beneath her shirt, her eyes flew open, a whimper escaping from her mouth, protesting.
“Shhh.” I pushed her coat off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. I’d wash the damn thing myself if it got that dirty.
The thin, black shirt she wore did nothing to calm down my racing heart. I could see every slope of her body.
“You are so beautiful, Soph.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, holding her close to me. “And you’re all mine.”
I took a step back and removed my leather jacket, letting it fall next to hers. My shirt was next, and as her eyes widened at the sight of my naked chest, something broke inside of me. I pushed her to the tree behind her, plastering my body to hers.
I fisted her hair in one hand, while the other one played with the hem of the knee-length skirt she wore.
I hitched her leg up, wrapping it around my hip, letting the fabric climb up.
“Are you wet for me, Angel?” I asked between the kisses, while my hand roamed up and down her thigh. “Do you want my fingers inside of you?”
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Please touch me.” Her eyes were crazed, her cheeks flushed, and her hair looked beautiful wrapped around my fist.
“You want me to touch you?” I asked against her neck and then moved toward her ear, biting her earlobe. “Where, beautiful? Where do you want me to touch you?”
“M-My… My pussy.”
God, my dick was painfully pressing against the zipper of my pants, ready to be released.
“Your wish,” I bit her neck, soothing it with my tongue almost immediately, “is my command.”
