Page 463 of Savage Bosses

A sob escaped Tati as she pressed her lips to the raised flesh, her tears mingling with the warmth of his skin.

"I'd had no idea," she murmured against his leg, her throat tight. "If I'd known, I would've come running back, whether you hated me or not. I would've been by your side. No wonder you hate me."

"Hey, don't say that," Bryce replied softly, cupping her face in his hands and urging her to meet his gaze. "I never hated you, Tati. I was hurt, yeah, but I never stopped loving you."

Tati searched his eyes, finding only sincerity and love there. And that only increased her guilt and made her cry harder. Bryce's arms enveloped Tati as he scooped her up, holding her close. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, their bodies pressed tightly together. She wept against his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Bryce," she choked out between sobs.

"Shh, it's okay, baby," he murmured, rocking her gently. His voice was rough with emotion, but there was no anger or resentment in it, only love and understanding.

Tati clung to him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. The intimacy of the moment was almost too much to bear, and she couldn't help but think about everything they'd been through and all the time they'd lost.

"I hate myself for running away," Tati cried.

"Me too, love. I ran too," Bryce admitted, his voice a low rumble.

"But you were hurting in so many ways...." Tati started, her fingers tracing the scars on his chest, a stark reminder of the pain he had endured in her absence.

"Hey, we both made mistakes," Bryce cut in. "But that's behind us now. We need to focus on moving forward together."

Tati hesitated, her thoughts whirling as she considered the weight of their past and the uncertainty of their future. Could they truly overcome their history and forge a new path side by side? As if sensing her doubts, Bryce reached up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, his touch gentle yet possessive.

"Look at me, Tati," he commanded softly, and she obeyed, meeting his gaze. "We're not the same people we used to be. We've both changed, grown stronger. But one thing hasn't changed. I still want you more than anything."

She wanted him, too, with a fierceness that both terrified and excited her. As if on cue, Tati's body jerked. The drug coursing through her veins demanded satisfaction. Bryce, sensing her need, carried her to the bed, laying her down gently on the soft mattress. His eyes burned with desire as he removed his briefs, revealing his impressive erection, standing proud, long, hard, and ready for her.

"Damn," Tati murmured, licking her lips in anticipation. "Oh, how I've missed him."

She was more than eager to have him inside her.

Bryce gave her a wicked grin. "He missed you more, love."

Bryce didn't waste any time, removing her robe to reveal her naked body beneath. He stared down at her with a look of pure hunger and admiration. "You're so fucking beautiful, Tatianna Dupree."

"So are you," she replied breathlessly, her eyes roaming over his hard, muscular form.

"I'm not," he insisted, a shadow passing over his face.

"Every inch of you is beautiful to me, Bryce," she whispered with conviction. "I crave you. All of you. Every part of you is perfect to me."

Her words seemed to ignite something within him, and he growled as he stripped away the last remnants of her robe. Climbing onto the bed, Bryce captured her lips in a searing, hungry kiss, their bodies pressing together urgently.

She gasped when he rubbed the tip of his cock between her slick folds, coating himself in her nectar. She lifted her hips, rubbing her pussy against his head, unable to be still.

"I miss this pussy so fucking much," he growled.

"Prove it," she replied. "Fuck it harder than you've ever fucked it before."

With a growl, he slammed into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure and making the bed slam against the wall. As he pulled out and entered her again, then again, Tati screamed his name, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that surged through her.

Their bodies moved together in a primal dance, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy coursing through them. Tati clung to Bryce, her nails digging into his back as they lost themselves in one another.

Their movements forced the bed to jerk, headboard banging against the wall. Tati forced him onto his back, knowing he'd let her but not caring. Hands on his chest, she threw her head back and rode him, her ass slamming against his thighs as she did so.

Their passionate fucking was punctuated by gasps, moans, and whispered words of love and desire. The room was filled with the scent of their sweat and lust, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that only served to heighten their pleasure.

In those moments, nothing else mattered, not the looming threat of the Farrina family, not their own past mistakes. All that existed was the two of them, locked together in a world of their own making. A world five years in the making.

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