Page 106 of Hawthorne

The distance I worked so hard to keep for the last two weeks dissolved the moment our eyes locked. Not even the presence of a frenetic tiny dog at our legs, barking and jumping, registers.

“I couldn’t wait any longer. I was going mad without you,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning my lips. It’s enough to break shivers through my whole body.

Without even thinking it through, I close the distance between us. His lips immediately mould into mine, and his tongue wastes no time invading my mouth. It tastes sour like whisky, something I’ve become accustomed to. He’s keen on having a few glasses while working most days.

One of his hands boldly lowers to my bottom, squeezing my flesh. With a groan, Vincent stops the kiss at the same time his hips flex forward. When I get some air back into my lungs—and brain—realisation dawns on me.

We’re still outside, and while the property is supposed to be free of prying eyes, it is still daunting that we’re this exposed.

“Vincent, this is downright dangerous.” My hands push on his chest, trying to bring some distance between us.

As I look around, taking in the silent driveway, a little relief washes over me. It’s short-loved since Vincent tightens his hold on me. Thankfully, he starts walking me backwards into the manor.

Somehow, he manages to bring my bag with, and Primrose happily follows us. Once inside, he kicks the door shut, scaring the dog. She runs towards the kitchen area, leaving us completely alone.

That’s when he assaults my mouth again. And that’s enough for me to lose myselfin him. Frantic hands caress and grope my body while mine grip his hair tightly.

Walking absentmindedly around such a big house is a bad idea, but we’re too lost in each other to care about all the furniture we crash against. That’s until Vincent mutters a fucking hell and then decides to hoist me up by my legs into his arms.

“Vincent,” I call for him when his lips attach to my neck, sucking on my skin.

“Hmm,” he hums, not letting go.

The vibrations from his mouth cause goosebumps to spread across my skin.

Bloody hell, I missed him so much!

“We need to talk this through,” I try to call for reason.But it’s no use.

“Later,” he mumbles. “I need you right now.”

Reason and rationality don’t exist between us.

Or ever will. That’s why when he asks me where to go, I tell him to take us to his bedroom. The clothes are discarded immediately after we’ve entered it.

“Gorgeous,” Vincent comments at the sight of me naked in front of him.

His hands fumble with his belt to take his slacks off, but his eyes stay locked on me. The erection is rather visible, straining against the fabric and my mouth waters. Pushing them down alongside his boxer briefs, his dick springs free, standing tall and proud.

“Come here,” he calls, and yet we both walk, meeting halfway.

There is no gentleness in his touch, just desperation and eagerness. If it were any other day, I’d be worried about the marks he’s about to leave on my body, but not this time around.

I don’t care anymore.

My body lands on the bed, but I barely have time to make myself comfortable before Vincent’s hand swirls my body around, placing me on my hands and knees.

“Crawl to the headboard,” he orders, urgency ever-present in his husky voice. “And hold on to it.”

After I do as he says, he places himself right behind me, plastering his chest against my back. His hard muscles tense with the contact, and his dick grazes the area between my buttocks. I shiver at the same time he hisses.

“All I could think about over this time apart,” he whispers against my neck. “It’s how much I missed you. Not only fucking this tight pussy of yours but also touching your silky skin, kissing your plump lips or getting a rise out of you. But also talking to you and watching you do insignificant mundane things.I fucking missed everything.”

His words speak to me, caressing my heart and making me even softer for him. As if that wasn’t enough, his hands are accompanying his speech, caressing my skin softly. They graze and fondle, lingering in certain spots like my breasts, massaging them or twisting my nipples. All the while, his dick stands between my legs, moving back and forth quite languidly, slowly getting drenched in my arousal.

“Oh, god,” I moan, and his hips flex forward quite roughly.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he groans, one hand rising towards my neck, wrapping around it. "You’ve ruined me for everyone else,Little Milla…”

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