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She nodded, leaning into his touch. Maybe not right now. Her family could wait a few more days or weeks. Hell, maybe even months. She had years of resentment to work through. They would be fine for a while longer.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” she asked. The wicked part of her hoped he would say no. She had other plans for him tonight.

He stepped back before using his hands to grasp her ass in his tight grip. “Sweetheart, you know I’m never hungry for food when I’m with you. But I know something I can nibble and eat on.” He leaned down to kiss her softly on the neck. “Something that’s like the sweetest ambrosia I’ve ever tasted.” His tongue licked her skin. “A taste so damn good. It’s like having my favorite dessert wrapped inside my favorite person.”

A giggle bubbled up. “You can’t always talk about eating me up.”

“Yes, I can. What did those old hats used to say? Look so damn good, I’d sop you up with a biscuit. Speaking of, maybe I need to see what you have in your kitchen. By the time I’m done with you, I may need some biscuits for your honey.”

Harper’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Oh, my God. You’re so damn nasty, Anders. But I kinda love it.” Her hands went to his shoulders and gripped him tight.

“Yeah, I know you do.” Anders lifted her so that the V of her legs rested on top of his waist. His dick was hard from the moment he walked through the door.

Harper’s heart thundered like it was trying to break free from her chest as Anders carried her towards the bedroom, his intent clear in his heated gaze. The hallway seemed impossibly long. Every step he took was charged with an electric anticipation that sizzled through the air between them.

The dim light filtering through the curtains cast shadows that danced upon the walls, mirroring the wild tumult of emotions swirling within her. Anders set her down gently on the bed, his hands roaming over her body with a familiarity that spoke of many nights spent learning every curve and hollow. His lips trailed fiery kisses down her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine. Harper arched towards him, desperate for more contact, for more of the exquisite pressure of his body against hers.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Anders murmured against her skin, his breath hot and heavy with desire. “Thinking about how perfect you feel under me.”

Harper’s response was a moan, low and needy. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. “Stop thinking,” she whispered back, her voice thick with longing. “Start doing.”

Chapter 12

Anders needed no further urging. His hands, rough yet amazingly tender, explored every inch of her skin with a hunger that bordered on desperation. His touch sought to unravel the mysteries of her body. He skillfully undressed her, his fingers exploring every inch of her body like an artist.

Harper’s breath hitched as the fabric whispered to the floor, leaving her exposed and trembling under Anders’s intense gaze. The air around them crackled with electricity, heavy with desire and unspoken promises. The rest of the world faded into insignificance; there was only Anders, with his stormy eyes darkening with lust, and the scorching heat of their bodies pressed against each other.

He ravished her with his kisses, devouring away any doubts or hesitations she may have had. She responded eagerly, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being wanted so completely by him. Together, they moved in a timeless dance, fueled by a burning yearning that seemed to fill the room. Each movement was like a stroke of fire, igniting their passion even further.

As they found their impeccable tempo, everything else melted away until there was nothing left but the sound of their ragged breaths and whispered declarations in the dark. Anders’s touches grew more possessive and intentional, setting every nerve in Harper’s body ablaze. The dim light flickered across his muscular shoulders, casting shadows that swayed along the walls in tune with their passionate movements.

Harper arched against him, her fingers digging into the muscle of his back, urging him closer, deeper. Anders groaned, a sound so laden with desire it reverberated through her entire body. He shifted, his hand sliding down to tilt her hips, finding a new angle that made her gasp, toes curling as pleasure spiraled.

“Tell me you want this,” Anders breathed out, his voice rough like gravel mixed with velvet darkness.

“I want this. I want only you.” Harper forced out between ragged breaths. Her words punctuated the thick air of the room.

Anders responded by capturing her mouth again with an intensity that left no room for more words. Their kisses were a language unto themselves, speaking of long-held secrets and newly discovered desires. Harper was swept along on the rising tide of their combined need, each surge pushing her closer to the brink.

Anders slowed his pace, as if wanting to draw out every moment. There was a need to imprint the feeling of their joining into his very soul. His hands caressed Harper’s body as if he were trying to memorize every dip and curve by touch alone. She arched into him again and again, intoxicated by the raw passion flowing between them.

It wasn’t just about lust; it was a deep connection of two people finally coming together as one. In Anders’ arms, all the outside worries disappeared. Past regrets and future uncertainties ceased to matter. They had this amazing connection, like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together.

Harper’s fingers tangled in Anders’ hair as his mouth trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat. Every press of his lips seemed to speak the words he could not yet voice—you are everything, my only one, my always. She felt claimed, cherished, loved to the very core.

With a firm grip, Anders held Harper close as their bodies moved in perfect sync. With each stroke, the intensity between them grew, igniting a passionate fire that could no longer be ignored. His hands worshiped every inch of her body, exploring every curve and committing it to memory. She was the embodiment of perfection, everything he had ever wanted butnever allowed himself to have out of fear and doubt. But tonight, there were no walls between them, no hesitation or restraint.

As Harper’s nails raked down his back, urging him on, Anders let go of the last shred of control he had held onto for so long. With a primal growl, he rolled them over until Harper was beneath him. He plunged deeply into her, losing himself in the exquisite torture of her body.

“You belong to me,” he rasped against her neck, punctuating each word with fervent kisses along her throbbing pulse point. “You are mine, Harper.”

Harper’s response was drowned out by a sharp cry of pleasure as she teetered on the edge of release. Sensing her need, Anders reached between them and found her sensitive nub, stroking it in time with his increasingly frenzied pace.

With a last burst of passion, Harper shattered around him, calling out his name to the shadows. The delicious ecstasy of her climax pushed Anders over the edge as well. With a few more powerful thrusts, he followed her into blissful oblivion.

Sensations of pure pleasure washed over her in continuous waves, each one more intense than the last. Anders’ piercing gaze was fixed on her face, memorizing every contortion and expression as she gave into the unrelenting ecstasy. And when it all finally reached its climax, she couldn’t help but scream out his name in a euphoric release.

The next morning, Harper stirred from her slumber to the shrill sound of her alarm. She opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of sunlight filtering through the curtains. As she stretched out her limbs, she realized she was cocooned in Anders’ strong arms. Memories of their passionate night together flooded her mind, and a smile unfurled on her lips. Every time she woke up beside him, she thanked her lucky stars for leading her into his bar that first night.

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