Page 265 of Unexpected Heroine

His legs eat up the carpet, thundering his body across the room. A second later, he’s on me, both palms cupping my cheeks and tilting my face upward. I’m quickly bathing in his familiar scent. Lowering one palm to my shoulder, he pushes me backward while the other hand works its way into my hair. There’s an intoxicating blend of gentleness and possessiveness in his grip.

Fuck. I’ve missed this.

Missed him. Owning my body like only he can.

Leaving me no room to object, he guides me until I wind up pressed against the wall. Once there, he braces himself with one palm beside my head, but he keeps hold of my hair with his free hand. My pussy clenches, and a whimper escapes me as he aligns our bodies, revealing how hard he is for me.

With his face hovering over mine, his warm breath fans over my lips. You’d think we were running a marathon for how short of breath we are.

“Tell me to stop, Lettie. Tell me to leave.”

Immediately no. Not a fucking chance.

I lift my chin, causing my lips to graze his. “No,” I pant out the word.

“Lettie, I need you to tell me to stop.”

With both hands, I yank him closer, preventing a retreat. One hand hooks on the side of his waist, and the other twists the fabric of his shirt over his strong chest. “What about what I need?”

His face drifts to the side, and he drags his nose over my throat as he inhales deeply. “Tell me what you need, sugar bear. Ask for it.”

Chills. All over.

Driven by a savage craving for him, I tell him exactly what I have in mind. “Tomer, I need you to fuck me. Kiss my entire body. Erase everything bad that happened to me. Fuck me up against this wall. Bent over the table. On the bed or the floor. In the shower or tub. I want you under me. Over me. Behind me. Pull my hair. Wrap your hand around my neck. Spank my ass. Fuck me until I’m raw.”

He claims my lips barely a second after I finish with my sexy action plan. And I do mean claims them.

Commanding and possessive, he wordlessly demands my submission with his kiss. I give it freely, aching for him to drive out the memory of any other man but him. The way it always should have been.

Our tongues swirl frantically while our bodies writhe and vibrate with lust. He captures all my moans, drinking them down one by one. Not sure when I did it, but I must have tossed my leg over his hip. Using it as leverage, my heel drives him forward so he grinds harder against my core. Delicious tingles of pleasure explode over my lower body, with each pump of his erection grazing my clit.

His hands are everywhere, leaving a trail of heat as they work over my neck, my shoulders, down my back, and settle on my backside. When he grabs two handfuls of my ass, squeezing and pulsing, I thrust myself over the ridge of his cock, tossing my head back and keening.

“Shh,” he warns, then slams his lips to mine, diving his tongue into my mouth and taking more of what he wants.

At least this time, I won’t wonder why he wants me quiet. I have neighbors on both sides of my room who haven’t consented to hearing him rearrange my insides. The way he’s plundering my mouth tells me that’s exactly what he’s about to deliver.

Needy and impatient, I frantically open his fly and shove both hands inside his pants. His warm, thick cock pulses inside my double-stacked grip. Wasting no time, I pump him in long, hard strokes.

While I work him faster and rougher, he moans and removes my bottoms. When he yanks off my panties, the cool air brushes against the overheated skin between my thighs, making my wetness more pronounced.

Then his hand is there, roughly cupping over my pussy.

“Mine,” he growls past my lips. Harder, he presses his palm against me. “This is my fucking pussy. Forever. Mine.”

Heat floods my body, striking me speechless.

Frantically, my mind attempts to rewind a year of sex with him, wondering if he’s ever made such a declaration of outright ownership. I come up with nothing as primal or permanent.

Only I don’t have time to think about what it means because he drops to his knees, immediately burying his face between my legs, sucking and lapping at my pussy.

Or should I say his pussy?

I know we’re not okay. There are mountains of shit to work out before we can ride off into the sunset, but I can’t help but love the idea of being Tomer’s—mind, body, and soul. For now and forever.

Gripping my inner thighs punishingly, he shoves them apart. My hands fall to his head, and I scratch his hair lovingly with my fingernails. I’m lit up like a firecracker as he works his tongue through my silky wet flesh, finding my clit with expert precision. He’s not gentle with me, nipping and sucking like a starving man offered his first meal in weeks.

I rise to my tiptoes, swirling my hips and dragging myself over his mouth. Although I try to keep my moans quiet, I fail and let out a shaky cry when he delves a finger inside me and begins thrusting.

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