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Chapter42

Colt

Our mouths barely break contact as we crash through the house and make our way up to my bedroom. I hear an angry voice somewhere in the distance downstairs that we left the door open and rain is coming in, but I don’t care. All I care about is getting Sassy into my bedroom and making her mine again. And this time I’ll never let her go.

We slam through my bedroom door and Sassy kicks it closed behind her. The flame of desire burns deep within me as I continue to kiss her hungrily. I tug at the hem of her tank top and she lifts her arms into the air, letting me peel the wet fabric from her body. I take a step back, catching my breath, and admire how perfect she is. Dark lace covers her breasts, but I can see her nipples pebbled underneath. She has tousled wet hair and her mouth is red from our kissing. She bites her lip, watching me, and my dick throbs in my shorts.

“You seem angry,” she says in a teasing voice.

“That’s because I am,” I growl. After trying to keep my emotions under lock for the past two months, they are now flying wildly. I love this girl, but I’m also angry at her. For walking away from me. For destroying me and what we had together. I’m more angry at myself for not chasing after her, for not trying harder to get her back. And I’m furious at every asshole that has tried to get between us since the day we met. Sassy reaches for my shorts, but I push her hand away. I’m in charge now.

I press my mouth back onto hers and she whimpers from the intensity of my kiss. My fingers find the waistband to her denim skirt and undo it, pushing it until it drops to the floor. When she’s left standing there in just her bra and thong, I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and leans down to kiss me. I throw her on my bed, and she looks at me with heat in her eyes. I kick my shorts off and stand before her, naked. She reaches out to grab me, but I push her away again. If she touches me now, I’ll explode, and deep down, I still want to punish her for putting me through the last few weeks of hell.

I get onto the bed and kneel with one leg on either side, but not touching her. She looks at my cock with longing.

“Maybe I should make you wait,” I say. “Just like you’ve been making me wait.”

“No,” she breathes. “It’s been too long. Please Colt.”

Her face is flushed, and her breathing is fast. My eyes travel down her body until they land on her lacy thong. I grab it with both hands and tear the material from her. She gasps, her eyes widening, then she spreads her legs for me. I change position so my face is between her thighs and I can see how wet she is for me. I drag my tongue up her slit, drawing a deep groan from her as she arches her back. Her legs fall wider apart as I plunge my tongue deep inside of her. I’ve missed the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her on my tongue.

Lifting my head to look at her, I say in a low voice, “This pussy is mine.”

She nods, tilting her hips upwards, wanting more. But my mouth is already travelling. I kiss her naval and her soft stomach. When I get to her breasts and find them still covered, I tug her bra straps off her shoulders. I push the material down and her tits are free, two perfect, rock-hard nipples pointing right at me.

“And these tits,” I continue as I graze my lips over them. “These tits are all mine.” I suck a nipple into my mouth and play with the other one with my hand. Sassy lets out a sigh.

Next, I make my way up her neck, kissing her soft skin. I pull back and hold her face between my hands. My perfect, sexy Sassy. I kiss her soft lips that are red and open for me. Soon they’ll be wrapped around my cock and a grunt escapes me at the thought. I stop to look at her again.

“And you, Sassy,” I say, settling myself between her legs, the tip of my cock touching her entrance. “You’re all mine.”

I slide into her, and she takes me all the way. We fuck, hard. The rage and emotions from the past few weeks pouring out of our bodies, taking it out on one another. Each thrust I drill into her is met with a slam of her hips against mine. We rock furiously, like it’s our first time and our last time rolled into one. Her violet eyes gaze unflinchingly into mine. Her nails scratch down my back, so hard I’m sure she must be drawing blood. I reach behind me and grab her wrists, pinning them above her head, then plunge deeply inside of her again. Sassy scrunches her face and screams my name. Her legs clamp around me, holding me in, and her pussy pulses around my dick. I come at the same time, releasing myself deep inside of her.

Marking her.

As mine.

Epilogue

Sassy

The morning light filters through the window in Colt’s bedroom. We were too busy to draw the blinds last night, and now daylight dances across the bed. I trace my fingers over Colt’s bare chest. His breathing is even, so I know he’s still asleep. Which is fair, seeing as we didn’t get much rest last night.

I grin, squeezing my thighs together. It stings, but in a good way. My mind drifts back to our evening. The way Colt took charge and the angry sex we had. Then the gentle lovemaking after. We spent the entire night switching from fast to slow and back again, making up for lost time. Being back with Colt is like coming home.

I watch his peaceful face for a moment, and an unexpected desire to do something nice for him hits me. Without waking him, I slip out of bed and pad downstairs.

Half an hour later, I’m balancing a tray and pushing through the door to Colt’s room. The clanging of the crockery and my cursing when I almost drop it wakes him up.

“Hey baby,” Colt says sleepily. “What’s going on?”

“Good morning,” I smile and make my way over to him. “I made you breakfast in bed.”

“You did?” A grin of disbelief takes over his face. He shuffles until he’s sitting upright and I carefully climb into bed, placing the tray over our legs.

“Wow,” he takes in the spread before him. I’ve made granola with fruit and yoghurt, with a side of toast. “I never expected you’d make a meal for me.”

“Yep. I even made coffee.” I proudly point to the mug sitting next to the orange juice.

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