Page 99 of Bitter Truths

I pull my bra over my head and toss it away, pausing when I spy him looking at me with a weird expression. He searches my eyes before pressing his lips to my heart, and I shudder under the caress, my chest thumping painfully.

“Griff,” I whisper, and he pulls back, his bright eyes meeting mine.

“I’ve never told you how much you make me feel. My chest hurts when you smile. My arms ache when you’re not in them. My soul? My fucking soul, Hals, it’s nothing without you.”

Willing back the tears pushing at my lids, I grab his hand and wrap my fingers around his.

“Griff, I—”

“No,” he says, tapping a finger against my mouth. “You make me sane, sweet and I can’t live without you.”

Nodding, I grab his cheeks and kiss him fiercely, giggling when he grabs my jeans and wrestles them down my hips. He pauses at my smile, his eyes wide, before he sheds his clothes quickly, mumbling under his breath.

Resting between my legs, his erection warm against my folds, he whispers, “You’re so perfect.”

“I’m hardly perfect,” I say on a gasp, arching into him when he slides inside.

“No?” With a devilish grin, he breaches me slowly. “Well, you’re perfect for me.”

With that, he thrusts into me, grinding deep, and I cry out, wrapping my legs around him. He’s so deep, and the stretch is so good, but I want more. I want wicked Griffin, and with a sassy smile, I say, “Fuck me hard.”

His eyes light with fire, and he pulls out before thrusting into me over and over.

“Griff,” I cry, writhing beneath him.

“Fuck. So hot.”

Grabbing my legs, he rests them over his knees, and the depth hits me beautifully.

Crying out, I arch against him and pump rabidly, chasing the oblivion only he can give me. His lips curl into a wicked smile, and he flicks my clit, licking his lips when I tighten around him.

His guttural groan makes me smirk, and I pulse when he mutters, “Fuck.”

An orgasm flutters through me and explodes when he taps me again. Crying out, I bow off the bed, the fluttery pulse of pleasure cascading through me wildly.

“Fuck, Hals,” he moans, pushing me to the bed and thrusting rapidly. With my heart hammering in my chest, I buck against him, the need for him to feel the same euphoria I do burning in my veins.

With a last groan, he bottoms out and jerks inside of me. With a whimper, I pull him close and hug him tight as we come down together.

After, he rolls us into a spooning position and whispers in my ear, “Sleep, love.”

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Griffin wakes me by nudging between my legs, and when I open wide with a sleepy smile, he rocks into me slowly, bringing me to a sweet orgasm before following behind.

After, he pulls me into his arms and squeezes me tight, his voice thick as he says, “Thank fuck.”

Smiling, I trace my fingers down his face in the early morning light, the tips tingling at the sandpaper stubble. “Why did you give me that necklace, Griff? Your parents must have been horrified.”

I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday. I mean, it’s a sweet gesture, but holy shit, I’ve been wearing that around like it’s regular old jewelry.

Smirking, he nuzzles my neck. “It was mine to give. My gran left it to me and told me to give it to the girl I planned to marry.”

“Oh.” Wow.

Softly, he brushes my hair back from my face and smiles. “I do plan to marry you someday.”

Warmth blooms in my heart, and I smile, silently praying that we’re never apart again. This is the Griffin I remember, and now that I have him back, I’m not sure I could bear to lose him.

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