Void.
Anger.
Anguish.
Heat.
My heart stopped in my chest when he lifted his hand and placed it against my cheek, his touch so gentle despite the roughness that came from him. I couldn’t help but lean into his touch, as if my body knew—sought—the warmth that came from him.
He stared into my eyes for long seconds, and I didn’t think he even breathed. “I wish I could be a better man for you, Nadja. You deserve so much better.”
I was shaking my head before he even finished speaking. “I love you just the way you are,” I whispered. “I know who and what you are. I know what you’re capable of. I love you no matter what.” He leaned in close and rested his forehead against mine. “And you know who and what I am, who my family is, what they are attached to.” I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly.
“I love you still. No matter what. I love you still.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and felt tears well up. I knew he killed Maximillian to protect me. I knew he’d do it over and over again. He didn’t have to say the words. He didn’t have to say anything, because love was all we needed.
“I don’t know how to be the man you deserve.”
I pulled back and lifted my hands to cup his cheeks. His scruff moved along my palms. “I only need you, Frankie. That’s all I’ve ever needed.”
He let out a stuttering breath right before he crushed his body to mine, running his lips down my neck, sucking at my pulse point. He murmured incoherent things, yet they were endearments. I felt that so deeply my body shook.
I’d never loved anyone but Frankie, and I knew I’d never love anyone else in my lifetime.
“Nadja,” he sighed and brought his mouth to mine. The kiss started off slow, but I felt the intensity in him, the need to make this fast and rough… consuming.
My breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, and I slid my hands over his biceps to grip the soaked material of his shirt. I felt his muscles ripple beneath my touch, felt his body shake because of me.
He slowly moved his hands down to cup the cheeks of my ass, squeezing the mounds before pulling me harder against him forcefully. A gasp of pleasure left me. The feel of his cock, hard and insistent against my belly, had me moaning against his eager mouth, needing so much I could be high and drunk off these feelings.
He tightened his hold on my ass once more and then was lifting me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, and I heard a strangled groan escape him as my pussy came up in direct contact with his raging hard-on.
“I need you,” he grunted against my mouth, and I moaned in agreement.
“I need it fast and hard, baby. I need you to let me take you this way.”
“Yes,” I hissed in pleasure, needing that too, feeling this electricity swirl around us. We were both raw and vulnerable. We needed this connection. “Then take me. Take me to bed, Frankie.”
He fucked my lips, pushing his tongue inside, devouring me, consuming me. I felt this wild animal in me as I started tearing at my clothes. He did the same, all but ripping the rain-drenched shirt from his body then going for the button of his jeans. He pulled the zipper down, didn’t bother pushing down the denim, and just pulled his cock out.
Then he was right back against me, his hands on my waist for only a second before he flipped me so my chest was to the door. He popped my ass out, and for a moment, he didn’t move. I looked over my shoulder and saw his eyes were locked on my ass.
“I can’t be gentle,” he murmured as he slid his eyes up from my bare ass to look at me.
“I don’t want gentle.” Not right now. “I just want you.” He didn’t wait for me to respond, just kicked my legs out with his foot, slid a hand over my hip to span my belly, and angled me ever-so-slightly so my breasts were still against the door, but my lower half was out and at the ready.
“What do you want?” he demanded and gave one cheek of my ass a stinging slap.
I gasped in pain and in pleasure. “I want you to fuck me.”
He hummed in arousal and slapped my other ass cheek. “Yeah? What else?”
“I want you inside me.” The only thing I cared about right now was feeling Frankie shove all those hard inches into me and fuck me roughly.
He slipped his hand down my belly and lower still until he was sliding the digits through my slit. I rose on my toes just as he entered me. My pussy was greedy for him. I sucked at his fingers, the inner muscles clenching around them, seeking something thicker, more substantial. He finger-fucked me in even, long strokes at the same time he ground his erection against the small of my back. I felt the wetness from his pre-cum soak my skin.