Page 59 of It's Not Home Without You

I felt complete, yet I knew this wasn’t the same girl I had once loved.It felt like an eternity for her to kiss me back. Everything stopped when her lips moved against mine. My mind swirled with emotions.

Hunger.

Need.

Desperation.

Her hands clasped around my neck. My body was on autopilot as I picked her up, using the wall as leverage so I could feel her against me. Freya’s hands raked my hair before her nails pressed against my neck. The pain made me growl with the need to take what used to be mine. This was nothing like our first kiss—sweet and full of promises. Oh no, this was the opposite.

Raw.

Hateful.

Agonizing.

Still, it was fucking amazing. She tasted like fire, scorching my body and making me want more until I burned out. My dick throbbed with need, especially since I could feel her every curve plastered against me. My body didn’t care about her abandoning us. It wanted more. It wantedeverything.

“Wrap those pretty legs around my waist,” I demanded, and she complied. Not breaking contact from her lips, my hands roamed her body, getting reacquainted with her curves and dips once again.

It’s like I had forgotten what my hands could do.

What they couldfeel.

I wanted more.

I needed more because I knew how quickly it could get taken away. When my mouth kissed that spot behind her ear that drove her wild, she moaned my name.

Hearing my name on her lips woke a part of me that hadbeen dead. I nipped and licked at her skin, drinking the rain from her body.

I didn’t realize how much I was starving for her until her taste was on my tongue.

“I need you, Freya.” I heard the desperation in my voice, but I knew I wasn’t alone. Her hands were at my waist, making fast work of my belt and pants. Freya’s hands trembled with maybe fear or perhaps excitement. Fuck, if I was going to let her back out now. When she looked up at me, I could see it, she wanted me as I wanted her.

“Tell me what you want, Freya.”

Her lips parted, but the words I wanted to hear didn’t come out.

“Tell me,” I growled, pressing her harder against the wall, my fingers digging into her hips.

“You. I want you, Max,” she said through gritted teeth.

The world could explode around us at this moment, and I wouldn’t hear a thing. My hand made its way up her soft skin, to the warm apex of her thighs until I reached the thin material of cloth. It was soaking wet, and it had nothing to do with the rain.

I wished I had more time, more control, to insert my fingers in her and explore.Bunching the material, I gave it a tug, making Freya’s hips buck with the force.

“Max… please… I want you.” Freya kept grinding against my thigh, trying to get the release only I could give her.

“Then take me.” That was all the warning I gave herbefore I entered her in one hard thrust. Pure fucking bliss the moment my dick entered her pussy.

Hot.

Tight.

Mine.

I fucked her so hard I knew her back must burn, but I didn’t care. Neither did she.

“Please, Max,” Freya moaned in my ear, and those words were painful. How many nights did I hear her moans over and over in my head? How many times did I jerk off to her memory in my shower?

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