Page 207 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two
He’s asking if I needhim.If I long for him, for the fullness of what we have.
He wants to know if I’m happy he’s back—thatwe’reback in this place where we’re bared to each other.
With slow movements, I take my free hand and place it on his cheek.
“Yes,” I say with a clear tone. “I need you, Storm. I’ll always need you.”
He releases a shaky breath, smiling, then his lips press against mine for a long, dizzying kiss.
This. This part I really missed. Being intimate, being…in love.
Storm moves down my body, his intention clear to lick me until I come, but I stop him.
“No,” I whisper. “I want to come with you inside me.”
He pauses only for a second before bringing me to the edge of the bed and pulling his boxers off.
“I need you, too,” he says, running his thick head up and down my slit. “But need is a weak word for what I feel.”
He slams into my body to the hilt, fucking into me as if angry and overjoyed; as if lost and found.
“Tell me I’m not alone in this,” he grinds out, pressing his thumb to my clit and bringing me back to the cliff. “Tell me I’m not the only one who’s here completely.”
I give him a worried, confused look. He knows I’m right here—that I’m ten toes down for us.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I whisper, and he pants, looking away as he freezes inside me.
My face screws up even harder as I cry without really knowing why. Maybe it’s the raw way he delivers the statement or the blatant vulnerability on his face.
All I know is Storm woke up feeling unsure and uneasy, and he’s trying to reconnect and reassure himself.
Right now, he needs to know I’m not gonna let him fall.
“Hold me, baby,” I murmur, pulling him down to my chest as he shudders at my words. Pleasure zips down my spine and centers at my clit. “Don’t look away. Don’t look away while I come for you.”
With a deep breath, I keep my eyes open as his strokes start again, deepening, rocking into me.
It doesn’t take long for me to break.
Cracking open over his dick, the rush of my climax makes my back bow and my head snap back.
But I keep my eyes open, just as he keeps his gaze fixed on mine.
“I love you, Storm,” I vow, and I don’t let myself intellectualize my statement. I just speak from the heart.
“I love you, too, Shae,” he confesses. “So fucking much.”
I’m still riding high from my orgasm, so when Storm changes his angle, chasing his high inside my body, I run my hands up and down his back, encouraging him to use me however he wants.
He grunts, still looking at me.
“You want it, Sweetness?” His features tighten, and I know he’s right there on the edge. My legs tighten around his waist in reply.
“All of it. I want all of it, Storm,” I murmur.
“Oh,fuck,” he moans, dropping his forehead to mine as he floods my body with his cum.
Pulsing and rocking, Storm empties himself inside me.
