Page 13 of Love Harder

You’re so beautiful. I miss your lips so much. I just want to make out and kiss you so passionately all over. One more sleep and I’m all yours, and well, one more sleep and I’ll be destroying you all over…

And he kept true to his word.

The moment I opened the door, I saw him and nothing—nothing—existed but him.

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me like it was the last thing he was doing before he died.

He smashed me up against the wall and kissed me with passion and love—my most favorite kiss of all. He was vocal, and I loved that he didn’t mask the effect I had on him. It remindedme of the text he sent that said I kissed him how he always wanted to be kissed.

I pulled his hair.

He grabbed my throat.

He bit me all over.

My god…the things we did that night.

The sex lasted for a very long time. It was intense. It was the stuff you read about in the books I write. But I was living out every scene I had ever written with the one MC who was stealing my heart and soul.

He was rough.

He was soft.

He kissed me until my lips were swollen.

He fucked me so hard, I cried.

He threw me around and owned me because that night, I was his, and he was mine. I didn’t think I’d ever felt more connected to another human being than I did that night.

It was far more than sex.

It was a tether between two broken souls who stayed afloat by the other.

I fell head over heels for Ghost that night.

It just wasn’t the sex. Okay, maybe it was a little the sex. But the way he touched me, the way he made sure I was all right when he defiled me over and over again, it was fucking raw and still kills me to this day.

He looked into my eyes and pressed his forehead to mine as we locked as one.

He never broke eye contact.

He wasn’t gentle, but he was.

I know that doesn’t make sense, but he consumed me. And I allowed it because I lowered my walls for the first time ever and let him in.

It was take and give.

Give and take.

We were lost in one another, and it was so much more than I ever thought it would be.

He dragged me onto him, and I pressed my ear to his chest, listening to the steady staccato of my lover’s heart—a heart that was so big, too big for this world.

We spoke for a long time. About anything and everything. He caressed my back. I ran my fingers through his hair.

It was everything I wanted.Hewas everything I wanted.

We interlaced hands, and I loved looking at his black fingernails.

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