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His hands coasted down my sides until they gripped the edge of my tank top. He tugged it upward and tossed it on the floor. Our bodies were starving for one another. The kind of I’m-going-to-rip-every-stitch-of-clothing-off-you starving. It was primal. It was magic.

It was unbelievable being in his arms again. Kissing him, touching him, seeing him in front of me. It was almost too much.

“Grayson?” I whispered.

“Sleeping,” he growled into my neck. “In his room.”

We stumbled along the hall. The lock clicked behind us when we entered the bedroom.

“I want these off. Now,” he urged.

He yanked at my shorts until they slid past my hips.

I gasped as his eyes sharpened with hunger as he peeled the silk panties off my thighs. I reached for the button on his jeans, fighting to free his hard cock. I pushed them to the the floor as he kicked them to the side. He shirked the boxer briefs off and his giant shaft bobbed.

I moaned, realizing how much I had missed him.

Being anywhere near Cole made my body respond with unexplainable heat and electricity.

With one flick, he unclasped my bra and threaded the straps off my arms.

I threw my arms around his neck, loving the feel of his rigid body sliding against mine. I was completely exhausted, from my legs to my shoulders, but the charge growing between us gave me energy.

He kissed along my throat. His mouth was hot and firm. I relaxed under him until I felt his thumbs dig into the sensitive flesh on my hips. My eyes darted to his as he commanded my hips to rock forward. I couldn’t look away.

He spread my wet folds and pushed a finger inside me.

I hissed. “Oh God, Cole.”

His fingers moved in and out of me, sending my hips thrusting higher and higher, just like he wanted.

“I love how tight you always are. And wet.” He grinned wickedly, pumping another finger inside me. “Like a sweet little virgin,” he teased.

I felt the tight coiling in my core as my body responded to his every move. His mouth covered mine, wrapping our breaths around each other.

“I’m your virgin,” I whispered.

“Fuck, yes.”

I whimpered when he pulled his fingers from my aching pussy, gliding over my clit.

“Darlin’, I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” My voice was raspy and hoarse. I looked in his eyes.

He spun me in front of the bed, pressing my hands on the mattress and prying my legs wide. It was the need that consumed us. The primal hunger from being apart too long. He couldn’t be inside me fast enough.

I was dripping wet. My clit throbbed. The walls inside twinged, waiting to be touched and soothed.

His positioned his cock at my entrance and I groaned as he sank inside me fully, thrusting every inch inside me. My hips jerked upward, shoving my ass backward.

His body was hot like molten lava as he pushed inside me. I never felt such fullness as when he rocked into me.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.

He drove deeper, sending my hips into a frenzy. All I felt was spiraling swirls of color flash in front of me as the heat circled my veins and melted into my body.