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Chapter 54~ I Caught One!

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Chapter 54

I stared into his eyes, and the expression heart on your sleeve never made sense until that moment. Mine finally beat its way out of my body. It floated, exposed, suspended in the space between us, and when his lips met mine, Bard grabbed it. It was his, and for once in my life, I didn't fight to protect it, because I knew he would.

I rested my elbows over his shoulders, placed my hands on the top of his head, and kissed him back. Deeper than I'd ever kissed another man. Desperate. "I feel it, too."

He hummed. "If you say it, I swear I'll make it worth the effort."

My lips curved against his. There was no denying him. Even if what Amber said was true. What had I thought would happen? That I would walk away from this and never see him again? Never have this again? Just the thought of it made desperation pool inside my chest.

He could save me all he wanted.

I'd be a broken bird if it meant he'd make me fly.

His eyes met mine, open and deep.

"I swore I'd never love again."

He swallowed hard.

"But now I know..." I curled my fingers into his hair. "I've never loved before, Bard. Not like this."

A groan vibrated his chest. He pulled me closer, and his lips hit mine in a kiss that was anything but patient. No tenderness. Just urgent and demanding. He took all I had faster than I could let it go. I opened myself up to him, gave in, leaned into each rough caress and accepted every branding touch.

He broke away, but not to stop. His mouth took my jaw, my neck, my collar bone, teeth grazing, breaths harsh. The cold ran away from the heat of his touch, and I was suddenly far too hot.

I clung to him. "I love you."

His hand ran up my back, under the flannels and his shirt, up to my neck then back down again. I arched into him, gripped his biceps.

"You're like a drug," he murmured, voice rough. "Every time I take you, life is worth living." He pulled me into him, ground himself against me. "When you disappeared, I was so fucking desperate. I thought I wouldn't find you. I thought–"

I pulled his face to mine and used my lips to silence him. "I know. I'm sorry." I locked my mouth with his at a slow and languid pace and reached down to fumble with the button on his jeans.

Bard cupped my head and kissed me back, equally as slow, but the moment he was free, he gripped my thighs, lifted me up, and buried himself inside me.

I gasped. He didn't worship. He didn't heal. He took. Took it all as if he could keep it with him if he did.

I held on tight, let him move me, unable to do anything else with my brain so consumed in the feel of him. My lungs constricted, heart skipped and spluttered. Each breath felt too hot, and a burst of the same heat ricocheted up to my ears, down to my belly. It tightened my core and stole my senses. He wrapped me up in his essence alone, and I was lost all over again.

Bard grunted, gripped my thigh with one hand and circled my back with the other. He held me like a vice, quickened his pace, jarring, desperate movements.

I clung to his shoulders, and deep soulful sounds broke the silence around us. It took a moment to realize it was me who was making them, and I bit my lip to stop myself.

Bard kissed me, pulled my lip from between my teeth then met my eyes. "No, Jessie. No more holding back."

I moaned again, and the sound seemed to urge him on.