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She looked like a goddess reincarnated. I had never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.

Her hair clung wetly to her head and shoulders, her eyes were wide with insecurity, but her entire demeanor screamed that she was in charge.

The contradictory nature of this woman got to me like no other.

I didn’t think I would ever forget the moment she dropped that towel to let me look my fill.

No, not my fill. I would never get enough of staring at her.

My cock was instantly hard; I had to make sure though, before I kissed her. "Are you sure?"

Her voice was just as sweet as her simple answer.

She barely got the yes out before I pressed my lips down on hers, unable to wait another second.

I reveled in the softness of her lips, the warmth of her skin beneath my palm, and the silky slide of her hair tangled in my other hand.

The kiss moved from sweet to desperate in the span of a heartbeat.

It was like both our bodies needed to make up for lost time, like if we pressed hard enough, deep enough, close enough—we could erase ten years of silence and regret.

Her fingers clutched at my shirt, pulling me closer with a rawness that undid me.

She kissed me like she was starved for it.

Like her body had waited, frozen in time, and was only now waking back up.

I backed her gently against the bedroom wall, one hand still tangled in her hair, the other sliding down to her waist—drawing her against me, feeling the unmistakable arch of her hips press into mine.

My blood roared. My cock throbbed, hard and eager, straining with the kind of need I hadn’t felt since I was eighteen and utterly wrecked by her.

“God, Ells,” I murmured against her mouth. “You’re killing me.”

Her laugh was breathless as her hands slipped under my shirt. "Ditto."

Thorne was growling low and steady inside me, a sound of satisfaction and possession. She wants us. She’s ours. She said yes. She said yes!

She did, I thought, even as my mouth trailed to the hollow of her throat. And I’m not letting her go again.

I lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around my waist like I had done a thousand times before.

She gasped—soft and surprised—and I grinned against her skin.

Gently, I laid her down on the bed, slowly, reverently, as if I was placing something sacred on an altar.

Our eyes locked, and for a moment, everything paused.

“You sure?” I asked, chest heaving, every muscle in my body tight with restraint. Her fingers curled around the collar of my shirt and tugged me down.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” She replied huskily.

I slipped from her grasp and quickly got undressed, then climbed between her legs. Her essence had already reached my oversensitive olfactory receptors, and she smelled delicious. Ready for me to feast on.

"Pats," she moaned when I lowered my head between her legs.

"You are so beautiful." I breathed against her sensitive skin.

A low hiss escaped her when I moved my tongue over her slit, tasting the sweet ambrosia she presented to me like a gift.

And I treated it as such. I lapped at her wetness with all the reverence she deserved.

Driven by her sweet moans. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, she nearly came undone the moment I put my lips around it.

Her hips rocked, her legs closed around my head, and that was all the encouragement I needed.

I sucked at her delicate bud, rolled it with my tongue and listened to her little mewls.

My hands clasped around her ass, lifting her and holding her in place.

My tongue moved to her entrance, and I felt her flutter around it.

It felt so incredibly good, I nearly came.

My cock was harder than it had ever been; precum leaked from the tip, and my balls pulsed, ready to unload my seed into her.

I felt her come around me, and she screamed my name in her passion.

I gave her a moment to collect her senses before I asked, "Do you want me to use a rubber? "

"What?" She panted. Then shook her head. "I'm good. I'm on the pill. And I'm clean."

"Me too. I mean, I'm clean." I clarified.

She stretched her head up, and her eyes were clouded with the after-waves of her orgasm when they locked with mine. Her hands reached for my arms, inviting me up. We were both ready.

I lined my cock up with her entrance, the anticipation of entering her again after all these years nearly killing me.

I wanted her so much, I worried I would come the moment I was fully sheathed.

I was right to be worried, too. She was so tight.

She fit around me like a warm glove, and it took all I had to hold back.

Her hips rose until I was all the way in, and my eyes rolled back; it felt so damn good.

"Pats," she moaned. Her head arched back, exposing her exquisite throat, and I latched on.

I nibbled at the pulse on her neck while I rolled my hips to move in and out of her.

She reciprocated each thrust and each pulling back, arching and stretching under me in sync with my hips, until we danced the most beautiful dance together.

All the while, my pleasure was growing. It wasn't just in my cock; I felt it everywhere.

On my skin where she touched it, under my palms where I touched her.

Anywhere our bodies touched, it felt like they were fused together.

A dam seemed to burst inside me. Waves of pleasure moved through me when her walls began to milk my cock mercilessly, massaging it the way only she could. I couldn't hold back a moment longer. "Fuck, Ells, I love you. I fucking love you!"

She arched into me, moaning and panting, her expression one of utter bliss as her thighs pressed around mine like a vise. I came inside her with an abundance that robbed me of my breath; I saw stars.