Page 12 of Mercy

The taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against mine—it's intoxicating.

I lose track of time, lost in the heat of the moment.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily.

I rest my forehead against hers, not willing to let go just yet.

"Tor," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. She pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. "Do you really want to do this?"

I meet her gaze, seeing the mixture of desire and uncertainty there.

My heart pounds in my chest as I nod.

"This is all I want to do," I say, my voice low and rough with emotion.

Without another word, I take her hand and lead her towards the stairs.

The party continues around us, but I barely notice.

All I can focus on is Meghan, the feel of her hand in mine, the electricity crackling between us.

As soon as we reach the top of the stairs, I can't hold back anymore.

I pull her to me again, kissing her deeply as my hands start to roam.

I peel off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor.

We stumble down the hallway, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in our wake.

We reach my room, and I fumble with the doorknob, unwilling to break our kiss.

Finally, I manage to get it open, and we stumble inside.

I kick the door shut behind us, reaching back to lock it without looking.

Meghan's hands are at my belt now, her fingers trembling slightly as she works to undo it.

I pull back for a moment, cupping her face in my hands.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask, giving her one last chance to back out.

She nods, her eyes dark with desire. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

I can't contain the primal growl that escapes me as I crash my lips against hers again.

My hands roam her curves, memorizing every dip and swell of her body.

I've wanted this for so long, dreamed about it during those long nights in the hospital.

Now that it's finally happening, it's almost too much to process.

I lift Meghan up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the bed.

I lay her down, drinking in the sight of her.

Her ashy blonde hair is spread out on my pillow, her sage green eyes dark with desire.

She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

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