Page 35 of Boards & Betrayal

"And you think I am?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"I know you want to be with me," he replied, pulling me closer. His grip was firm, yet there was a tenderness in the way he held me. "Why fight it?"

"Because my dad?—"

"He's an asshole," Thomas murmured against my neck, his lips brushing against my skin in a way that made me close my eyes and forget the rest of my sentence.

"But I don't want?—"

"My relationship with my son isn't your business, Ally," he said firmly, cutting through my hesitation.

I flinched at his words, but before I could pull away, he cupped my cheek, resting his forehead against mine. "I'm not trying to be an asshole here. But it's not. What happened with me and him, that happened long before you. And if he wants to be a bitch about it, he's a grown adult. But you? You're something I can do something about. And I want you." He cocked his head slightly, a challenging look in his eyes. "Do I have to marry you to prove what I'm saying is true?"

"I thought you'd never marry," I whispered, feeling myself give in despite the turmoil inside me.

"Hmm," he hummed softly, his lips dangerously close to mine. "I'm open to a very particular exception," he murmured before capturing my lips in a slow and sensual kiss.

His kiss was unlike any other we'd shared before—there was no rush, no desperation. It was deep and lingering, each movement deliberate and full of meaning. His lips moved against mine with a gentleness that belied the intensity of our emotions, and I felt myself melting into him.

My hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the contours of his muscles as I let myself get lost in the moment. His hands were warm against my skin, one still cupping my cheek, while the other rested possessively on the small of my back. The world outside seemed to fade away as we stood there, wrapped up in each other.

The kiss deepened as Thomas tilted his head slightly, giving him better access to explore every corner of my mouth. Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers down my spine, igniting a firewithin me that I'd tried so hard to extinguish. His taste was intoxicating—a mix of desire and something uniquely him that left me craving more.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathless. Our foreheads remained pressed together as we tried to steady ourselves, our breaths mingling in the small space between us.

"You're killing me here," Thomas whispered against my lips, his voice hoarse with emotion.

"Then why does it feel like you're saving me?" I whispered back before leaning in for another kiss.

"Fuck, I want you, Ally," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Nothing's changed between us. I still feel the same."

"It's not that simple," I said, my voice trembling as his hand slowly pushed me back down to the bed.

"It is," he insisted, his eyes locked onto mine with a fierce intensity.

He positioned himself between my legs, his weight pressing down on me in a way that made my heart race. Every inch of him felt like a promise, a declaration of something deeper than just physical desire.

"Please, Ally," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "Fuck, you don't know what I'd do for you."

And then he slid inside me. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I gasped, arching my back as I wrapped my arms around him, sinking my nails into his back. The warmth of his skin against mine was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness I'd felt for so long.

Every movement was deliberate, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I clung to him, desperate for more. His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that made me feel cherished and wanted.

Our bodies moved in perfect sync, a dance of passion and longing that erased all the pain and confusion that had come before. For those moments, there was nothing but us—no past mistakes, no unresolved grief—just the raw connection between two people who needed each other more than anything.

His lips found mine again in a searing kiss that left me breathless. The taste of him was addictive. My fingers dug deeper into his back as the intensity of our movements increased, driving us both closer to the edge.

Each thrust brought us closer to a climax that promised to shatter everything and rebuild it anew.

“Fuck, Ally, you’re fucking mine,” Thomas growled, his voice vibrating through my entire body. “Not just now. But after I make you scream my name. After I make you come all over my cock. You belong to me. Say it. Tell me.”

“Thomas,” I gasped, the sound of his name barely escaping my lips as pleasure coursed through me.

“I’m not fucking around here.” His thrusts sped up slightly, the rhythm becoming more insistent, more demanding. “If you’re in this, you tell me right the fuck now. Because I do not fucking share. I won’t.”

His words cut through the haze of sensation, grounding me even as they pushed me closer to the edge. The intensity in his eyes left no room for doubt or hesitation. He was serious—deadly serious.

I closed my eyes, the overwhelming sensation making it hard to think, let alone speak. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the feeling of him inside me.

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