Page 97 of The Chemistry of Us

He wouldn’t let up and continued caressing me, kissing me, whispering to me that he was sorry. So sorry. Battling my hateful words with his loving ones. I could feel he was reaching his breaking point as much as I was.

It wasn’t until he professed, “I love you, Tru. I’ve always loved you, and I always will,” that I gave up all the hurt left inside me.

Going full speed, I kissed him as he pulled me against his torso. I wrapped my legs around his waist before he settled me onto the table to stand between my legs.

He pinned me beneath him, locking his body on top of mine.

Panting profusely.

Sweating.

Groaning.

Moaning.

Overwhelming my emotions and overriding my thoughts the only way he ever could.

“I’m not asking you to forget. I’m begging you to forgive me. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you how sorry I am for breaking your heart. I love you, Tru. You’ve always been my whole world.”

I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, feeling emotions I couldn’t begin to place. Gliding my tongue into his mouth, I surrendered into his passionate embrace. He could feel my chest rising and falling against his torso, my hard nipples firmly pressed against his clothed chest. He hadn’t even touched me yet, and I was already splitting at the seams.

“Van,” I expressed, strangled and frantic.

He kissed me until my body undeniably yielded to him.

Until I was anxious and trembling, soft and supple in his arms.

Until every muscle pulsed with anticipation.

With need.

With want.

With desire to once again be his and only his.

He was my undoing.

Vaughan Aires had always been my soulmate.

Our lips moved like they were made for one another. Full of desperation and urgency, desire and hunger, fighting our past and our way back to each other. I could hear the pounding of his heartbeat and feel the thrumming of his pulse quickening with a rhythmic, alluring sound that both soothed and controlled me in ways I never wanted it to stop. Not for one second.

It was maddening.

Controlling.

Everything I wanted it to be.

His lips moved from mine, descending down my neck—pecking, nipping, licking. My head extended back even though I whimpered at the loss of his mouth against mine.

It was slow and instinctual.

Further surrendering to his touch, to his love, to the man who owned my heart and soul.

“Van ... please kiss me again.”

He eyed me with a predatory regard. “I will.” He grinned. “But first, I’m going to kiss you down there.”

Roughly gripping my thighs, he slid my ass down to the edge of the table, where he tore my clothes and panties off next. Once I was naked, he dropped to the floor and sucked my clit into his mouth.

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