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"Seth, what are you—" He pushes me inside, and closes the door before I can say anything else. My back hits the wall with a small 'humph' as he holds both my hands in a vice-like grip above my head. "Will you listen?" His hot breath fans over my lips as he speaks, his hard body pressing into mine. I stare up into his eyes, the stark intensity of his now dark, grey gaze takes my breath away.
I'm too shocked, too aroused to say anything.
One of his large, warm hand moves down my arm to stroke my cheek tenderly, the look in his eyes making sudden tears form in mine. "Im so sorry, baby," he leans down, our lips just an inch from touching and creating fireworks in my stomach. "So sorry I hurt you. I didn't care what happened to you then, but you were all I could think about, and I decided that I couldn’t let you go. You have to believe me."
The sincerity shining back at my in his eyes lets me know he's telling the truth, but how can I give us a chance when I have my own demons to fight?
"Please, let me in..." he nuzzles my neck, his hot breath causing goosebumps to form along my skin. The yearnig in his voice makes me instantly feel hot. It's like the priminal need in us is calling out to each other, wanting us to sedate our need. The air becomes thick with lust, my body wanting him to take me and possess me in anyway he wants.
And I knew then, despite everything, that I couldn’t fight it. It was what we both wanted. Needed.
I lean up, tilting my lips up to his, an offering to take me. He doesn’t hesitate. He ravages my mouth in a fiery passion of need, and my core instantly responds, the wetness in my underwear making me squirm. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, claimimg every nook and corner, and I moan at his familiar taste. He breaks away from my lips, his kisses traveling down to my jaw and neck, then to my collarbone. He bites and sucks at the skin there, no doubt leaving a bruse.
"Please..." I moan out, my heart beating so fast, I'm sure he can hear it. He lifts his head, his eyes searching mine. "Tell me what you want."
"You. All I want is you." The words rush out of my mouth in a desperate plea for him to take me. To ravage me. To devour me.
He scoops me up in his arms without a second thought, heading towards the stairs. He throws me on the bed, my body bouncing from the force. I watch as he roughly takes off his shirt, then his jeans, looking just about ready to eat me alive. My body hums in excitement at the thought.
I follow his lead, striping out of my baggy T-shirt and shorts, and without a second to loose, he's on me. Once his hot skin finally touch mine, it was like a dam broke. For the both of us. His lips meet mine in a demanding kiss that nearly took my breath away.
This isn't going to be nice and slow, but I could care less if he decides to fuck me until my uterus breaks. I want him with the an urgency that has my thrusting my hips up to his.
He breaks away from the kiss, and holds my hips down, shaking his head at me. I look at him confused, and he gives me a small smile, then whispers in my ear, "It's all about you, baby." I gasp as his plump lips makes their way down my body, kissing, nipping and sucking every dip and curve, worshiping my body in a way that has me wound up so tight, I can't breathe.
"Seth, please..." I feel his hot breath at my center, his strong hands holding my legs open for his hungry gaze. "All mine," he growls, just before he sucks my clit into his greedy mouth. I moan loudly, my hips jerking up to meet his expert tongue as he licks the most precious part of me. He slips a finger in, pumpimg along to the rhythm of his tongue on my aching clit.
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