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Passion stripped bare.
I grew up in this place. It’s mine because I bought it as a reminder of a childhood I bury down deep. But I know it by heart and walk her through to the bedroom with my eyes closed as our tongues twist and tangle together.
Lowering her to the bed, I stare down at her. I slide off her panties one leg at a time. My throat tightens. She’s pure art. A thing to be studied and worshipped and learned. She’s perfection in all the ways that count, the soft curves, the paleness of skin unexposed to sun, the smattering of freckles on her stomach, the little strip of hair above her sweet cunt that glistens.
I drop to my knees and sweep my tongue over the insides of her thighs. She arches off the bed with a moan.
If I had time, I’d spend it buried between her creamy thighs. I’d tie her up and take her every which way I could.
But there isn’t time.
Instead, as she whispers my name, I kiss my way up to her mouth, drinking down her words. I bring myself on top of her, the head of my cock grazing her pussy lips. Her eyes flutter open, her hips lifted off the bed, beckoning me to thrust inside of her. I press into her wet heat. Fuck, she’s so tight. I enter her slowly, stretching her wide. She gasps, her nails digging into my back, pushing me deep.
“You feel so good,” she rasps once I’m balls deep inside of her.
“Fuck, Hellie, you feel like heaven.”
I fuck her with long, hard strokes. Our bodies rock together, a song that writes itself, the rhythm pure magic. Her juices flow over my cock, blanketing me in desire. Our teeth crack against each other as we drink each other in like we’re each other’s last meal. Her cunt tenses, clamping down on me as she cries out my name. Her walls tighten around me, squeezing my throbbing cock until the pleasure shudders my entire body and the orgasm tears through me.
Minutes pass. Her hair tickles my chest where her head rests. She lifts herself onto her elbow and looks at me with the most intense kind of rapture that will be branded into my soul forever.
Then her lips lift, eyes glittering with seduction. “Again.”
Later,as the sky starts to turn a deep, dark blue, and after we’ve fucked so much I think I might have her imprinted into my DNA, I dress and go and grab my phone.
Time to make a call.
“Mercer,” I say when he picks up. “It’s Quinn. I need a favor.”
9
HELLIE
The next morning the bed’s empty. My heart sinks.
I dress quickly. I find him in the living room by the window. A quick look around confirms my red dress is gone.
There’s only Cal. And my bags.
But no hope.
“I have a friend coming. He’ll help you get set up with a new life, Hellie.”
I swallow. “And you?”
He doesn’t answer.
“And you, Cal?”
He turns, kisses me softly, and the softness melts into something harder, tongues tangling, a kiss that rocks me to the tips of my toes and clenches my heart.
Bittersweet.
A goodbye.
Finally, he lifts his head. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
“They’ll kill you.”
