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Tessa

I search his eyes, and it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs because in them, I see everything. Honesty. Vulnerability. That quiet kind of strength I’ve only ever dreamed about. And something else, something I never thought I’d see reflected back at me.

Love?

No. Not yet. That would be too fast.

But whatever it is, it’s real. It’s raw. It’s mine.

And I’m overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed with emotion, I don’t know how to name, with feelings I never believed I’d be allowed to have. Not me. Not with my past. Not with the damage I’ve carried like armor for so long.

But Torrent, he’s different. He makes me feel wanted, adored, cherished, safe.

Like maybe I deserve this.

Those are things I’ve never had, not like this. And I’m not sure I know how to accept them. But last night something changed. Listening to him open up to me, watching the way he let down his guard without expecting anything in return, it cracked something wide open in me.

The walls I’ve spent years building to protect myself, they’re starting to fall. Not with an explosion, but slowly, brick by brick, just from the way he sees me.

I’ve always told myself I was good at reading people. That I could spot a lie in the eyes of a stranger. But when it comes to Torrent, there’s nothing to read because he lays it all out for me. No mask. No front. Just the truth.

And that truth flipped something in me I didn’t even know was still alive.

He told me there’s no rush. That he’ll move at my pace. That he’ll wait for me to be ready. And God, I adore him for that. I’ve never felt so valued, so respected, like my wants and needs actually mattered.

But just because I’ve finally admitted my feelings, just because the fear is fading and something warmer is taking its place, doesn’t mean the need has faded too.

If anything, it’s stronger. Hotter. More dangerous.

I’ve spent months fantasizing about what it would be like to be with him. To feel his hands on me. To hear that gravel in his voice when he whispers dirty things. The way his body would fit against mine, how I’d melt into him, completely, willingly.

And now, he’s right here. Holding me. Looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I’m done hiding. Done pretending I don’t want this.

I want him. Every piece of him.

More than I want my next breath.

I press my lips to his, slow but sure, and feel him respond instantly, like his restraint is hanging by a single fraying thread. I shift closer, my hands curling around the back of his neck, and when I pull away just far enough to speak, my voice is barely a whisper.

“I don’t want slow,” I say. “I want you.”

His breath stutters, his fingers flexing on my hips, but he still hesitates.

“Tessa…”

I shake my head, not giving him a chance to talk me out of it. “Please. Let me feel this. Let me feel you. I need it. I need you.”

His mouth is on mine in an instant, and this time, there’s no hesitation. No holding back. It’s fire, wild and consuming, and I want to be burned by it.

Torrent kisses like a man who's waited a lifetime. Like every second he’s been close to me has been a test of will, and now that he’s been given permission, he’s unraveling. And I’m unraveling right along with him.

His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me deeper into his lap until I can feel every hard inch of him beneath me. I gasp against his mouth, and he swallows it like it fuels him.

“You drive me crazy,” he mutters against my lips, his voice rough and low, sending a tremor straight through me. “You’ve been in my head since the second I saw you, and now you’re in my arms and I’m not letting go.”

“I don’t want you to.” My voice is shaky, breathless, needy. “Please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

His hands slide up my thighs, under the hem of my dress, and the way he touches me, like I’m fragile and invincible all at once, makes my heart ache and my body pulse.

My hips push forward when his fingers slowly drag across my panties. I let out a soft moan while he growls against my neck.

His lips crash to mine again, deeper this time. More possessive. His tongue tangles with mine as he stands, holding me against him like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him, loving the way his muscles flex beneath me with every step.

He takes me down the hallway, into his bedroom, and lays me back gently on the bed. But his body doesn’t follow right away. Instead, he hovers above me, eyes tracing every inch like he’s memorizing me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, voice thick with emotion. “I need you to know that. I need you to feel it.”

I swallow hard, chest tight, because I do. I feel everything.

“Show me,” I whisper.

His eyes darken as a small grin hits his lips. That look that tells me he’s about give me more than I ever imagined, and I can’t wait.

He peels my dress off slowly, eyes never leaving mine. He takes a moment to let his eyes wander over me, my bra and panties the only thing keeping me from being completely exposed. Yet, I already feel exposed.

And it doesn’t scare it, it only makes me want more.

“You take my fucking breath away, Tessa,” he whispers, moving his body closer.

The way he talks to me, so honest and pure, has my heart hammering against my chest. He reaches around and unclasps my bra, pulling it down my arms. Before I have time to even think about it, he’s ripping my panties off and tossing them behind him.

“Fuck, I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.” He leans forward and wraps his lips around my hard nipple.

“Oh yes!” My body arches, wanting more. Needing more.

He moves to my other breast, sucking, biting, licking. My body is burning, the flames being fanned with each touch.

He pulls back and stares down at me. His eyes are dark with want, and it’s incredibly hot. There’s just one thing I need to do.

“Your clothes need to come off. I need to appreciate you too,” I whisper, running my hands down his solid chest.

I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up until I can’t reach and he takes over.

He yanks his shirt off, and I’m frozen. His body is carved with the kind of strength that makes heads turn.

Broad shoulders that taper down to a lean, defined waist, every muscle etched like stone.

Black ink flows over his chest and arms in bold, intricate designs that move with him.

Each tattoo tells a story that I want to read more about.

Veins trace down his forearms, highlighting the raw power in every subtle flex.

His abs are sharply cut, a perfect rhythm of muscle that leads the eye lower.

I lift my gaze to his and notice he is just watching me, taking him in.

“Damn, Torrent.” My voice is barely a whisper as my fingers reach out, touching the sheer perfection in front of me.

My fingers trace the hills and valleys of his body and the ink that is uniquely him. As they move down, they hook into his jeans, and I look up at him.

“Take them off,” he says, his voice rough like he’s trying to hold himself together.

I don’t hesitate. I quickly unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down. He does in fact help me and pulls them off, along with his boxers.

We are both now completely exposed to each other and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

My eyes roam down his body and his hard cock makes my eyes widen.

“Yes, I’m pierced. Don’t let it scare you. It’s as much for me as it is for you.”

I peek up at his face and feel the blush crawl up my neck. “I’m not scared. I’ve just never been with someone who had a piercing. It just shocked me.” I rest my hands on his thighs and smile. “In a good way.”

“Fuck,” he growls moving on top of me. His warm body touches me, and it sends my body into overdrive.

He kisses down my body, worshipping every inch, his hands everywhere at once, my breasts, my hips, the insides of my thighs. My body arches toward him, desperate for more, and when his mouth finally finds my pussy, I cry out, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Fuck yes,” I moan.

He takes his time. Drives me wild. His tongue moves against me at a speed I’ve never experienced. It’s practiced and precise. It’s fucking everything. I’m holding tightly to his hair, begging without words for him not to stop.

His warm breath blows over me and I shudder, rubbing my pussy against him. “Torrent, it feels so good.”

I feel him grin before his moves his talented mouth to my clit. He wraps his lips around it, sucking on it as his fingers slam inside me.

“Fuck!” I cry out, pushing against him. Needing to feel more.

He never slows down. His fingers fuck me as his tongue lashes against my clit. He’s relentless, pulling me closer to my release with every touch.

His fingers curl inside me, hitting the spot that has me seeing stars. It’s too much and not enough. He licks at my clit with a punishing speed, and I feel myself beginning to fall.

“I’m so close,” I shout, pulling his hair harder.

Somehow, he picks up his pace, and I can’t fight it. I explode, lifting off my bed like a woman possessed. “Fuck, Torrent!”

He’s breaking me open and putting me back together with nothing more than his mouth and his hands, giving me the most intense orgasm of my life.

Once I begin to settle, he places small kisses against my pussy and slowly moves up my body, kissing every inch of me along the way.

By the time he moves over me, I’m trembling. Excitement, nerves, and want all wrapped in one.

His dark eyes are full of heat, and it makes my already hard nipples, harder.

“You’re now my favorite taste in the world, baby.

” I feel myself blushing as he presses his wet lips to mine, allowing me to taste myself.

“Listening to you, feeling you, tasting you, has become my new obsession. I’ll crave it every day.

” I bite my lip, and he places a soft kiss next to my mouth before continuing.

“But, Tessa, once I push inside you, that's it. You’re mine. There’s no going back. Once I claim you, I won’t let you go.”

There’s no hesitation as I press a soft kiss to his lips. “I don’t want you to let go, Torrent. Take me, please.”

His fingers sink into my hair as he stares into my eyes. “Tessa,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine, “you feel like mine already.”

“I am,” I breathe. “I’ve been yours. I just didn’t want to admit it.”

He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slides inside me with one deep, slow thrust.

I’m trembling. Floating. Home.

I cling to him, burying my face in his neck, breathing him in as we move together, finding a rhythm that feels more like fate than timing. His body fits mine perfectly, like we were made for this, for each other.

“Fuck, Tessa, your pussy is my heaven.”

My nails dig into his back as his pace picks up. He’s driving into me hard and fast, and I’ve never wanted something more in my life.

I can’t stop the cries of pleasure and moans of ecstasy. It just fuels him as he groans and continues his pounding assault.

His piercing is hitting the spot that has my body shaking. He was right, it’s just as much for me. It makes me feel things I didn’t think were possible.

“Oh Tessa, fuck, you’re everything. The way your wet, tight pussy is squeezing me is fucking magic.”

Our moans echo off the walls as we both give in to feelings that are both physical and emotional.

“I’m so close. I’m not going to last,” I cry out.

“Don’t fight it. Give yourself to me, Tessa. All of you.”

His words are too much. They push me over the edge, and I fall, hard.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, over and over, his lips brushing my ear, my jaw, my mouth. “I’ve got you.”

And he does.

He has every piece of me.

Mind. Body. Soul.

And for the first time in my life, I don’t want it back.