Page 62 of Manic

That's all it takes.

In one swift motion, I tighten my grip on her waist and practically lift her off her feet, steering us toward the stairs.

"We're not done here," I growl, low enough for only her to hear.

Meghan's breath hitches. "Tor, what are you?—"

"Shh," I cut her off, my voice rough with need. "You'll see."

We stumble up the stairs, barely able to keep our hands off each other.

The second we're through the door of my room, I slam it shut and pin Meghan against it.

Our lips crash together in a kiss that's all teeth and tongue, desperate and hungry.

"God, you're so fucking hot when you're fired up," I pant, trailing kisses down her neck.

Meghan's fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. "Yeah? You like watching me put bitches in their place?"

I groan, pressing my hips against hers. "You havenoidea."

In a flash, Meghan drops to her knees, her hands already working at my belt. "Let me show you how much I missed you," she purrs, looking up at me through her lashes.

I lean back against the door, my head thudding against the wood as Meghan takes me in her mouth.

"Fuck, babe," I hiss, my fingers threading through her ashy blonde hair.

The world narrows down to just this—the wet heat of Meghan's mouth, the sight of her on her knees before me, the intoxicating mix of pleasure and power.

It's almost too much, too fast.

"Wait," I manage to choke out, gently pulling her off me. "Not like this. I want to be inside you."

Meghan's eyes darken with lust. "How do you want me?"

I spin her around, pressing her chest against the door.

"Just like this," I growl, hiking up her skirt.

As I slide into her from behind, we both moan in unison.

It feels like coming home, like rediscovering a part of myself I'd forgotten.

With each thrust, I'm relearning her body, memorizing every curve and angle.

"Tor," Meghan gasps, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth door. "God, I missed this. Missed you."

I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me. "I'm right here, babe," I murmur, nipping at her earlobe. "Not going anywhere."

Our bodies move together in a frenzied rhythm, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

I can feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter until it's almost unbearable.

"Come for me, Meghan," I command, my voice hoarse.

She cries out, her body clenching around me, and it's enough to send me over the edge.

I bury my face in her neck as I come, her name a prayer on my lips.

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