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“Thank you,” I say quietly.

“So, tell me. What happened?”

I walk over to the couch and sit down on the edge, sipping on my wine. He sits down next to me, placing an arm around me. Something about his demeanor has changed. He seems less cold, but almost inviting.

“So. My parents confronted me… They told me that you showed up demanding to see me.”

“That’s it?”

“Then they told me that they think you are dangerous… that you have changed me.”

His eyes skate down to the reminder he left me.

“Did they see it?”

I nod slowly—a smirk curls upon his lips.

A blush paints my cheeks. His smile lights me up from the inside.

“Did you talk to Astra?”

My face pales at the reminder.

“No…”

He nods.

“She told me about Amara… I didn’t know. I didn’t check my phone. She tried to talk to me, but I was too late,” I choke out the words. The sadness forms a pit in my stomach.

He glides his thumb across my cheek, drying my tears.

Hetakes my glass from me, setting it down on the table before us. His strong arms swoop around me, pulling me onto his lap, straddling him.

I bury my head into his chest as my crying eases.

His fingers trail up my spine, intertwining in my locks. He pulls my head back off his chest, and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me.

My eyes remain closed as he grinds into me. His hard length rubs the sensitive spot between my legs. He makes me forget. He is all I want.You love him. Don’t ever let him go.

His grip on my hair relaxes as he moves his hand to my throat, squeezing the sides gently. I let out a soft moan as I roll my hips against him.This feels right.

His free hand glides between us as he shoves my shorts to the side. He rubs up and down, as I melt into his touch. He is intoxicating.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” his raspy voice sends a shock to my core.

“Mm-hmm,” I moan.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he plunges his fingers deep inside of me. My back arches at the sensation. My body tingling with need. Need for him.

He pleasures me with his fingers in long, slow strokes. The pressure in my core builds.

He quickly releases me, shoving my hips up off of him. He shoves down his pants, freeing his hard length.

I hover above him. With a primal look on his face, he fists my shorts and rips the material in half, shedding me of the thin material.

He lines himself up as I lower myself onto him. Feeling him stretching me. The angle makes my breath catch, and a moan fills the air around us.

He grabs the bottom of my sports bra, lifting it off me. He tosses it as he grips both of my breasts in his palms, squeezing as I glide up and down on him.