Page 136 of After All This Time

He steps closer, crowding me, his gaze piercing through the frustration and fear swirling inside me.

"I'm terrified, Tobias."

"You think I'm not?"

My breath catches. Because he is—he's just as scared as I am.

"If this falls apart," I whisper, "we lose everything. There's no going back."

"I know."

"I can't lose you. You're—" The words die as he moves. One moment, I'm standing, and the next, I'm over his shoulder.

He carries me into the studio and sets me down in front of the barre. The wall of mirrors throws our reflection back at us, showing us exactly what we are—desperate, wanting, and barely holding it together. My cheeks are flushed pink, his eyes are pure sin, and Jesus Christ, the energy coiling between us is so intense that I can practically taste it on my tongue.

My breath hitches as his fingers find the straps of my tank and bra, sliding them down with agonizing slowness. His mouth follows the path, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, each kiss leaving a brand on my skin.

"I'm getting so fucking tired," he murmurs, teeth grazing my shoulder. The bite comes quick, sharp—just enough to make me gasp. "So tired of hearing you call yourself anything but mine." His breath against my neck sends shivers racing down my spine. "Friend. Stepsister. Anything but what you really are."

He pulls my clothes down to my waist, my bare breasts spilling free, my nipples tightening instantly in the cool air.

"What am I?" The question comes out broken and desperate.

His hand captures my chin, tilting my face until our eyes meet. "You're my fucking everything."

Our lips collide, the kiss demanding everything we are. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over my hardened nipples as his tongue dominates my mouth, wrecking me until I can’t think past the way he feels. I fist his hair at the back of his head, holding him close while his other hand slips into my panties.

"Is it our kisses that make you this wet?" he rasps, his fingers sliding over my slick heat, teasing me until I feel like I might break. "Because your mouth makes me so fucking hard."

"Nobody's ever kissed me like you do," I admit breathlessly, my words tumbling out as I cling to him.

"I need inside you, baby." He breathes against my neck as his fingers circle my clit. He steals kiss after kiss while I fumble with my clothes, desperate to feel his skin against mine.

His patience snaps first. He pulls his hand away, yanking my skirt and panties down in one swift motion. I step out of them quickly, the rest following close behind until I'm naked in front of the mirror. Tobias stands behind me, fully clothed, his gaze burning into me like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Amelia," he breathes out.

I lean forward, gripping the barre for support as I push my ass back toward him, offering myself to the only man who's ever held my heart so completely.

"Do you want me?" he whispers.

"I need you." My desperation echoes in my words, in the way I push back against his touch, silently begging him to take me.

His hands move to unbutton his jeans, and my fingers slip between my thighs, picking up where he left off, and when I slip a finger inside myself, the slick sound fills the room.

His lips lift into a sinful smirk. "Always so wet for me," he growls before dropping to his knees behind me. His rough hands lift my hips until I'm on my tiptoes, and then his tongue is on me.

"Holy shit," I choke out, gripping the barre for dear life as he licks me from clit to ass, and when he circles my tight hole with the tip of his tongue, my whole body jolts with forbidden pleasure.

"Feel good, baby?" His voice is pure sex against my heated flesh.

"Uh-huh," is all I can manage, my body trembling as his fingers find my clit again, movingin perfect rhythm with his tongue, which doesn't miss a single inch of me.

Nobody has ever touched me like this—so completely, so utterly without restraint. And right now? I never want it to end.

"I want every part of you, Firefly," he murmurs, his lips grazing my skin, drawing a soft gasp from my throat.

His hands steady my hips as he stands, and I watch his reflection as he strokes himself.

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