War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)
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Holly: Is he there yet?
Me: No.
Holly: What’s the holdup? Seriously, it’s been nearly four weeks. Surely he needs his dick sucked by now.
Me: You are so vulgar sometimes.
Me: Oh, he’s here! Gotta go!
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Holy shit.
He’s here.
He’s. Fucking. Here.
I press the intercom to let him in and then open the apartment door to wait. My heart is doing flip flops while the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings all over the place.
My man is here.
He rounds the corner from the lift into the hallway and all the flip flops and flutters increase as I soak him in. I’ve spent countless hours tracing the lines of his face, the angle of his jaw, and the curve of his smile over FaceTime for almost a month, but none of that even comes close to seeing him like this.
His eyes land on me and he blesses me with that smile I love. He doesn’t pick up the pace; if anything, he slows it down. When his eyes drop to my body and he undresses me with them, I know why he slowed. And holy hell I’m on board with his reason.
By the time he makes it to me, I’m practically panting for him.
My body has a mind of her own and I move into him, breathing a sigh of joy when his arm slips around my waist and his lips drop to mine.
I thread my fingers through his hair as he kisses me. His mouth consumes me and I never want to let him go again. It seems Fury has similar ideas, because when I think he’s going to release me, he refuses.
He comes up for a breath of air but his lips go straight back to mine. At the same time, he lifts me and carries me inside. I vaguely hear the door close while he walks me into my bedroom and deposits me on the bed. Still not stopping for more than a breath, he continues to devour me as he positions us on the mattress.
Every cell in my body breathes for Fury as he shows me how much he missed me.
When his hands move down my body and his lips finally let go of mine, I miss them instantly. But I have barely a moment to think about that before he removes my dress and comes back to my mouth.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, needing every inch of skin touching his.
His deep growl of approval shoots another round of need through my body and I arch up and grip his hair harder.
“Fuck, princess,” he rasps, dragging his mouth from mine. “Fuck.”
He moves his mouth down over my throat and takes my bra off while devoting time to my breasts. His tongue on my nipples elicits a moan from me and I grind myself against him.
He lifts his face to mine as he circles his tongue around my nipple. “I fucking missed you.” Oh God, I’m not going to last much longer. Not with the gravel in his voice and all the things he’s doing to my body with his hands and mouth.
Placing my hands to his head, I try to force him down to where I really want him. His eyes flare with heat and he moves his mouth lower. He takes his damn time, though, kissing and tasting his way down.
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When he finally—finally—slides my panties off, I’m beside myself with need. This man has far too much patience when it comes to sex.
With his eyes locked on mine, he dips his mouth to me and runs his tongue slowly between my folds.
My arms fling out over the mattress either side of me, my fingers grip the sheets, my body jerks, and I cry, “Oh my God! You are never going away again!”