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"Why?" I cried out, squirming to get out from under him.
"Tati! Stop fighting me." His hips pressed onto mine, his chest covering my back. "I just want a chance to speak. That's it." His lips met the skin of my neck, suckling kisses across my skin, and I...I melted under his touch.
I'd missed him so much. His voice, his laughter, his fingertips on my skin, his smell that reminded me of home and sunshine and happiness.
Just last night, I'd sat alone under a starlit sky, wishing him here. If only to remind myself howaliveI was when I was with him.
And now, my wish on that star had come true.
And yet, was Ireadyfor him? The ever presence of his light, brilliant and burning. The same light that had scorched both of us.
Was I strong enough tobeenough, not only for him, but formyself?
I wasn't sure.
I'd come so far, grown so much. And yet, as much as I loved myself more than before--was it enough?
My heart sunk with the weight of my thoughts, despite the absolute longing in my chest to be with him again.
"I made a promise to you, little polva. I would always be here." I was pressed into the ground, under the weight of his body. His fingers, rubbing the sand across my skin, harsh and foreboding, increased the pleasure billowing through me. "And I'm here to remind you of that."
I could barely think, barely breathe, I was surrounded by everythingKnight.
"I'm not your polva." Despite my protest at his words, I was arching my back into him. "I may have been, once, but I'm no longer the dirt under your feet, for you to step on when you're feeling nostalgic."
His responding dark chuckle made goosebumps break out across my skin. "You never did understand me, Tatiana." His hand slid under my belly, his lips suckling my nape as his fingers slid under the bikini top. "I'm done waiting for you to see the truth." He pulled on my nipple, releasing a whimper from my lips.
"And what is that?"Did I sound as breathless as I felt?"That you like to torture me?"
"You wish," I could feel his grin against the skin of my back, my shoulder, down my side, his lips suckling. "I love you, Tatiana. I miss you. My world is nothing without you." His voice was low and ragged, his palm cupping my tit, squeezing it. "I came becauseI couldn't not come.Without you, I am nothing." His fingers moved lower, spreading fire across my skin. "You were always my shining, fiery star, blazing so bright across the sky. And I, a boy that could only follow in the wake of the burning ashes you left behind."
"You're lying." I ached, lust billowing, anticipation making me tremble as my ass raised to meet his quickly hardening cock. "I was nothing to you."
He groaned, grinding his hard dick into my bottom. "It's your pain that pulls me to you. That creates the world around me. I never despised you for your suffering, I loved youbecauseof it." His teeth came down, sending sharp spikes straight to my core. "You are my fiery, black star, the whole of my universe, and I am nothing and no one without you."
"I don't believe you."
"Believe it." Teeth scraping down my back, his hand sliding under my bottoms, his finger sliding through my wetness. "You're my shining star, my stardust, thepolvo de estrellas. I'll do whatever it takes to be with you."
My heart soared at his words, finally understanding. I'd interpreted polva to be dirt but it was the dust, stardust.
A moan ripped from my throat as I felt him, his hard body pressed against mine, the heat between us igniting a ferocious fire within me. "Fuck," I gasped, my voice heavy with lust. "Fuck me, Knight."
He chuckled darkly, rough hands tore my bikini bottoms to the side. His touch sent shivers up my spine as he jerked my hips upwards, freeing his rigid cock from his board shorts.
I gasped as he pushed deep inside me, my head spinning from the sudden pleasure and pain. "I missed this," I moaned, slamming backwards so he could fill me. "God, you feel so good."
His thrusts grew stronger, his voice more breathless. "Tell me there's no one else. Tell me there will never be anyone else. Tell me you feel for me the way I feel for you," he begged, his hands gripping my hips, jerking me harder and harder into him.
"Always," I told him. "There never was anyone else. It was always you, Knight."
He thrust harder, his finger sliding over my clit as he ravaged me, each movement driving me higher and higher, until I was dangling over the edge.
Then he pulled out and I cried out in frustration. Jerking on my hips, he shifted us until I was sitting in his lap, straddling him. But he didn't enter me. Instead his finger found my nub, and he began to circle it. I closed my eyes, clutching his shoulders, writhing against his touch.
He gripped my chin. "Look at me, Tatiana."
I blinked my eyes open. Meeting his determined, tenacious gaze.