Page 53 of Johan. (Van Den Bosch #8)

My tempo increases as I slide my length in and out of her pussy.

She tightens her muscles, drawing a ragged groan from my lips.

God, how this woman unravels me. Hannah's moans escalate along with mine as we slip into the delirium that comes with our bodies entwined and intermingled until we can't tell where one begins and the other ends.

Soon, Hannah's walls are quivering around my swollen shaft, signaling that the two of us are close to our finish.

Brushing a thumb against her nipple, I admire the pink marks blooming on her neck like roses in the early summer.

She looks up at me, her eyes a deep, her eyes dark pools (rework this sentence).

I hold her gaze, my thrusts becoming more powerful.

“Come for me,” I growl, watching as she loses herself in the bliss and throws her head back, screaming her release into the open air.

I'm close behind, letting go of myself as she milks me dry.

For a moment, all the tension of life seeps out of me.

Hannah has always been my sanctuary, that one place where I can take a step back from the chaos around us and have some peace and quiet.

The tranquility of the moment stays with us for a while, just laying together as she leans into my body.

We trade light kisses and sweet murmurs as I stroke her damp hair.

"You're mine,” I repeat, and before she can respond, I add, "And I'm yours." Still nestled deep inside her, I flex my hips, some of my seed leaking out of her as she sighs in satisfied pleasure. “I belong to no one but you.”

Her lips touch my neck, my chest, the rough stubble of my cheek, a sweet fire that doesn't burn. "What a lovely parting gift," She giggles, motioning down to the mess I've made of her where we're still connected.

I smile, leaning down to press my lips to hers. "Just a little something to remember me by."

Hannah squeals when I scoop her up, take her to the bathroom, and sit her down in front of the mirror, turning the shower on so the water starts to heat the room and fog the glass. Her legs are shaking like a newborn foal, but there is bliss in her face in the reflection.

Standing behind her, I sweep her dark hair to the side to reveal the love bites I've left her.

She'll see them every time she washes her face or bathes.

It gives me a smug sense of accomplishment.

Hannah gasps as I slide my fingers gently over them, following with my lips. "Think of me when you see these.”

She tips her chin to look me in the eye, laughing as she murmurs, “There isn't a day that will go by where I don’t think of you.”

My expression softens. As I move to take her in my arms, she presses a single finger to my lips and spins in the chair to face me, taking me by the hand and tugging. Understanding what she wants, I join her in the shower, relishing the hot water as it slides down my back.

Within an hour, the steaming stream is forgotten. I'm toweling off, and she's standing there, a blush creeping over her cheeks as she looks in the mirror at my reminders. She walks closer, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “You realize I have no idea how to explain these to anyone.”

I small smirk reaches my lips. “Guess it’s time to invest in some scarves, then.”

We lie in each other’s arms, savoring the quiet moments after our passion.

The dim light from the streetlamp outside filters through the window, casting a soft glow on her face.

I can see the contentment in her eyes as she snuggles closer, resting her head on my chest. The steady rhythm of her breathing is soothing, a perfect counterpoint to the rapid beating of my heart.

“You smell so good,” she says, her fingers tracing small circles on my skin.

“Thanks,” I reply with a smile, kissing the top of her head. “I love having you here like this.”

We stay wrapped in each other for a while, enjoying the closeness. The sounds of the city outside are a distant hum, creating a cocoon of intimacy around us. I can't help but feel grateful for this stolen moment with her, away from all the chaos and responsibilities.

After a while, Hannah reaches for my undershirt lying on the floor. With a playful grin, she slips it over her head. “I’m keeping this,” she teases, the fabric hanging loosely on her, making her look even more adorable.

I chuckle, pulling her close for one last kiss. “Fine,” I say softly. “Consider it a souvenir.”

Just then, my phone starts buzzing insistently on the coffee table. I glance at the screen and see Astrid’s name flashing. For a moment, I’m tempted to ignore it, but I know I can’t. With a resigned sigh, I sit up and answer the call.

“Yes?” I try to keep my voice calm and neutral.

“Where are you?” Astrid’s voice is sharp, a hint of impatience cutting through the line. “I’ve been waiting outside for ages.”

I frown, confused. “Outside?”

“Yes, outside your apartment,” she replies with a mix of frustration and irritation. “I wanted to surprise you.”

I glance over at Hannah, who’s now watching me with a raised eyebrow, curiosity mingling with concern. “I’m sorry, I got held up,” I respond, trying to sound casual.

“You need to come out now,” Astrid insists, her voice firm. “We need to talk.”

I let out another sigh, feeling the weight of it all pressing down on me. “Alright, I’ll be right there.”

As I hang up, Hannah gives me a knowing look. “Did you have something planned with Astrid?” she asks quietly.

I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. “No. She just… decided to show up. Completely unannounced.”

Hannah rolls her eyes, but there’s empathy in her gaze. “I can’t wait for the day when you finally break things off with her.”

“Me too,” I admit, feeling the tension building inside me. “But for now, I have to go. She wants to talk.”

Reluctantly, I stand up, the weight of the situation heavy between us.

I move closer to Hannah, taking her face gently in my hands.

Our eyes lock for a moment, and then I press my lips tightly against hers, pouring all my unspoken feelings into the kiss.

Her lips are soft and warm, and I can taste the sweetness of her breath mingling with mine.

My hands hold her face firmly, my thumbs caressing her cheeks as if memorizing every curve.

As I pull away, I look into her hazel eyes, seeing a mixture of sadness and understanding. A small smile plays at the corner of my lips as I tell her for the hundredth time. “I love you. Don’t forget it.”

Hannah smiles in return, her eyes glistening slightly, a hint of embarrassment in her gaze. “I won’t.”

Every step away from her feels like a physical ache, a piece of me left behind with each footfall.

The thought of staying, of turning back and holding her close again, tugs at me.

But I can't afford to screw things up now; we're so close to getting our revenge.

I have to see this through, for both our sakes.

I quickly get dressed, my mind already shifting gears as I prepare to face Astrid. As I head out the door, I steal one last glance at Hannah. She waves, wearing nothing but my undershirt and a warm smile, a vision I want to hold onto.

Outside, I begin the walk back to my building.

It’s already 6 p.m., and in January, darkness has long fallen over Cambridge.

The evening air is sharp and biting, typical of winter.

Streetlights flicker to life, casting pools of soft amber light as the sky deepens into an inky twilight.

Each step feels heavier, burdened by the inevitable confrontation awaiting me.

My breath rises in small clouds, vanishing into the cold night air as I approach my building, bracing myself for what’s to come.

By the time I reach my building, Astrid is standing there, looking annoyed, tapping her foot impatiently.

“You told me you’d be back home by six,” she snaps, her arms crossed over her chest.

“I know, I know,” I say, trying to placate her. “I was busy.”

“Busy with what?” she demands, her eyes narrowing. “This is your last night, and you didn’t even call.”

I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I was finishing work; I need to get going; I’m having dinner with my parents tonight,” I say, making up an excuse so as not to have to spend the night with her. “It's a farewell thing before I leave.”

Astrid’s expression softens slightly, her stance relaxing a bit. “Can I come?” she asks, her voice a bit gentler.

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather spend some time with my family alone,” I reply, hoping she'll understand.

Her eyes flash with anger. “We barely spent any time together, Johan!” she exclaims, her voice rising. “You always have some excuse.” She narrows her eyes and steps closer. “Maybe I should go to the Dean and tell him a word or two about Hannah.”

Frustration bubbles up inside me. My hands clench into fists, and I feel a surge of anger.

“Please, go ahead and see how fast your dad will stop you before you do some shit,” I snap back, my voice low and dangerous.

“I have no time for your bullshit.” I take a step closer, looking her directly in the eyes.

“Now, if you excuse me, I’ve got to go and get ready. ”

Astrid glares at me, her face flushed with anger. “Sorry,” she says through gritted teeth. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’ll come back in a few weeks. I’ll keep you posted.

” I lean in enough to give her a quick smooch on the lips, long enough for her to calm down.

She pulls me in for another one until I finally break free and bid her farewell.

Then I turn away, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion.

The cool air helps clear my head as I walk back to my apartment.

Once inside, I take a moment to collect myself.

The warmth of the living room is a welcome contrast to the cold outside.

I head to my room and quickly change into something more comfortable.

As I button up a fresh shirt, I pull out my phone and call my dad.

“Hey, Dad. I’m heading home for dinner,” I say, trying to keep my voice casual.

There’s a pause on the other end. “Johan, we didn’t know you were coming. But of course, we’re happy to have you.”

I take a deep breath. “I’m only coming if it’s just you and Mum, though. No one else.”

My dad reassures me, “We were just about to have dinner, just the two of us. Come on over.”

I hang up, feeling a bit more at ease. Before leaving, I walk over to the window and cautiously peek out, making sure Astrid has indeed left. The street below is quiet, and I don’t see her anywhere. Satisfied, I grab my keys and head out to retrieve my car from the parking lot.

The night is calm as I make my way to the car.

The sound of my footsteps echoes softly in the stillness.

Reaching the parking lot, I find my car and get in, the engine’s hum comforting as I start it up.

With a final glance in the rearview mirror, I drive off towards my parents’ house, ready for a much-needed break from Astrid’s chaos.