Page 52 of From You to Me

Jay grunted as he came inside me. “Fuck.” He gave me two brutal thrusts, burying himself as he finished off inside my walls.

My ragged breath and blinding vision consumed me as he pulled back, leaving my body cold and shivering.

I could see the wings on his shoulder blades moving as he retreated.

He stood tall, his eyes darting to mine. “This will be nothing more than a fuck, Evelyn,” he asserted before he turned and walked away.

I sighed as I watched him disappear out the door.

And I didn’t bother getting up and going to my room. Although I would have loved for that to have unfolded under a different circumstance, I couldn’t deny the pulsating bliss coursing through my body.

I snuggled into the sheets—everything smelled like him. My tired eyes drooped, finally relenting to the sleep I had beenfighting the whole day. However, one thought stuck in my mind as I drifted off.

He came back for me.

Well, our next stop, Vienna, was quite interesting. Amid the busy days, shows, and schedules, our fuck fest continued.

It was always impromptu. Unplanned. And at the height of the moment.

We spoke with our bodies and eyes but not with actual words like adults.

It was infuriating yet exhilarating at the same time. I didn’t know how this would end up, but I hoped it wasn’t anything like the last time.

I exhaled a frustrated breath as I hit the backspace button once again. I was stuck in a writer’s block. It was like I knew exactly what to write, but I couldn’t seem to form the words or get the flow. It was so annoying.

A ping in my phone interrupted me.

Overbearing rock star: Need water at the gym.

I rolled my eyes as I scurried out of bed. I needed a distraction anyway.

As I walked, I looked at the late afternoon misty gray clouds outside the huge arched windows littered throughout the hallway. We were cooped up in a mansion similar to the one in Berlin. It almost felt like I was living in my princess fantasy.

The steady thud of the treadmill filled my ears as soon as I closed in on the gym. Even though last night ended in the early throes of morning, that man was at the gym.

His eyes met mine through the mirror as soon as I entered the room. And just like the air thickened in an instant—only hours ago, he fucked the daylights out of me, but the tensionstill lingered. It was like the sweetest craving; we couldn’t deny it even after all these years.

He paused the machine, and my breathing hitched as he sauntered toward me.

I gulped, squeezing the throb between my thighs.

“One high-grade Swiss water, sir,” I said, trying to sound confident, but it sounded more needy and desperate.

He smirked, cocking a brow as he closed his lips around the mouth. I licked my lips as I watched his throat bob as he swallowed. Beads of sweat streamed all over his upper body. It was a distracting sight, further compounding my struggles.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he pushed me against the workout bench.

“Now that I’m hydrated, I’d like to fuck you.”

My eyes widened as he laid me flat on the bench. “What if someone sees us?”

“So what if they do? Let’s give them a show.”

Heat consumed every cell on my skin as his sweaty body draped over mine. His teeth latched onto the tender skin on the side of my neck and sucked it hard.

I moaned as I gripped his wet strands. “I thought you were in the middle of your workout,” I spewed out through my heavy breathing.

“I decided to get my cardio done differently. Now spread your legs for me, Evelyn.”

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