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“Take me, Yuri.” Pressing my hips up, I rubbed his erection with my pussy. “Please, take me.”

Growling, he thrusted hard, driving his length in deep. My walls tightened around his shaft, milking his cock as he pulled back, refusing to let him free. Pistoning his hips, Yuri never took his eyes off of mine.

Even then, even after all the years we had been apart, being with him felt right. I felt whole again, I felt like this was what my life had been missing. The thought made my heart seize, unable to remember what life was like without him.

And as he fucked me so hard I could feel him in my lower belly, my body trembled and my nerves fired off electric sparks. The orgasm was violent, making me quiver from head to toe.

Yuri gave one firm, final push, stilling inside me as his cock released pump after pump of hot cream. I could feel the hard muscle as it twitched, pulsing against my walls, enhancing the euphoric pleasure that was coursing through my body.

Rolling onto his side, Yuri passed me my clothes so I could get dressed. Sitting up, he put his clothes on and laughed quietly.

“What's so funny?”

“I've never done it outside in the winter, I thought there'd be more shrinkage.” Looking down at his manhood, he furrowed his brows. “Uh, there it is.”

Giggling, I wrapped myself up in my jacket and put my shoes back on. “Don't worry, I won't judge.”

Yuri grinned, shaking his head. “Now it's time to eat, I really worked up an appetite.” Getting the plates he had started before, he opened the chips.

“Can I ask you something?” Sipping the wine, I let my eyes connect with his. Yuri nodded, going back to putting the food on the plates. “Where have you been all these years?”

“What do you mean?”

“After. . .” Rolling my hand, I said, “You know. Why did you leave here? Why didn't you stay?”

“Well, after I got released, I did come home for a bit.” Passing me a plate, he sat down beside me, resting his plate in his lap. “But things were different. People looked at me differently, my mother treated me differently, it all changed.”

“What did you think it would be like?”

Shrugging his shoulder, he took a bite of his sandwich. Speaking with his mouth half full, he looked off into the woods. “I don't know, I guess I just thought people would have moved on, but they didn't, and some still haven't.”

Popping a chip into my mouth, I twisted my waist so I was facing him straight on. “So where did you go?”

“I floated around, taking odd jobs here and there. I wanted a fresh start, someplace where people didn't know who I was.”

“Did you get it, did you get your fresh start?”

Shaking his head, he swallowed his food. “No, it never felt right anywhere I was. It wasn't home, it wasn't this place. . .” Taking a big gulp of wine, he looked me right in the eyes. “You weren't with me, nowhere ever felt like home.”

Tracing the rim of my glass with the tip of my finger, I had to do everything I could to not nibble what was left of my nail. His eyes captured mine, holding me still, trying to speak all the words he was thinking.

But he didn't say them, he held onto his thoughts.

“What about you?” he asked, picking through his chips and grabbing a folded one. “Why did you leave?”

“Honestly, because I thought you'd be here.”

“So you ran because of me?” Nodding, my brows arched high. “Did I really scare you that much?”

“It wasn't that you scared me, I was afraid of who you had become. I didn't know that person, I had never seen him before.” Swirling the liquor in my glass, I watched the funnel as it took shape. “I knew you as one person and then someone totally different emerged.”

“But that doesn't explain why you left.” Setting his plate down on the blanket, he rested back on his palms, stretching his legs out straight. “It tells me what you thought of me, but it doesn't tell me why you left.”

I left because I still loved you. . .

And I hated that I still loved you.

The words sat on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't get them out. I was afraid to say it out loud, afraid that it would turn from a thought back into a rush emotions that were still living inside me.