Page 88 of Stargazer

“I’m tired of playing games. I don’t want to play them anymore. I want you. All of you. And I want you to give all of yourself to me. Be mine, Venus. Be fucking mine. Please,” I begged, choking on the words.

I had never once in my life begged. But here I was, begging for this girl that I couldn’t fucking get out of my head to choose me. To want me to be her everything.

This was so fucking insane. But this was all I wanted. For her to be mine, once and for all. For us to stop pretending like it wasn’t already like that between us. But to just admit it. To admit that we were everything to each other and stop playing these silly fucking games.

So I added, so quiet it was almost silent, “You mean more to me than anyone ever has before.”

Her face was unreadable.

And then, without warning, she threw herself at me. Threw her arms around my neck and crashed her lips to mine.

I caught her without hesitation, my arms immediately wrapping around her waist, pulling her close so every part of her body was touching mine. Pressed against me. So that fire between us burned along every centimetre of our joint bodies.

She wasn’t saying yes, not with her words …

But fuck if I cared in the moment.

I took and consumed every ounce of her that she gave me.

Every stroke of her tongue. Every pull of my hair. Every breath of mine that she inhaled as if all she wanted was to draw me closer—draw me in.

As if in this moment, her need for me outweighed her innate desire to think and mull and reason.

My fingers found their way to their favourite place, relishing in the feeling of once again being wrapped in the silky strands of her ebony hair.

She moaned into my mouth and I greedily swallowed it, my own groan at the overwhelming pleasure of feeling her again escaping without my consent.

I would no longer hide how I felt. No longer be proud and stupid. I’d already destroyed the dam holding back my emotions. Smashed it to smithereens. There was no going back now. No way to rebuild it.

Not with the devastating flood that had already washed all traces of it away.

If this moment was all I’d get, I’d take it and make it last forever.

Yet like I knew it would, it ended all too soon.

She seemed to catch herself, to realise her lapse of judgement. Or let the fear find a way to creep back in once again.

It didn’t catch me by surprise. I knew her enough to know it was coming. To expect and prepare for it.

And yet it still fucking heart like hell.

Her breath shuddered against my lips and slowly, so torturously slowly, she unravelled herself from me.

“I … I’m sorry,” she stuttered.

Just like that, she put her walls back up.

But I’d keep fighting. Keep showing her.

I’d take whatever she’d give me.

The kiss was the sign I needed. That it wasn’t over.

So I’d keep fighting.

Keep waiting.

CHAPTER 32

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