Page 152 of After All This Time

It feels like the first time.

Maybe it's because we know what's coming.

Six months.

One hundred and eighty-two days of missing her touch, her taste, her everything.

It shouldn't feel like forever, but it does. It really fucking does.

My cock is aching for her, desperate to feel her wrapped around me and lose myself in the only person who's ever made me feel whole.

When she steps forward, I lean in, my fingers sliding between her thighs, grazing her pussy just to feel how wet she is for me. A sound rips from my throat—a sound I barely recognize.Soaked. She's ready for me—so soft, so slick, and so fucking perfect.

Her breath catches on a gasp, her lips part, and her eyes flutter closed as they roll back when I curl my finger inside her. The sound that escapes her—a soft, broken moan—sends a jolt straight through me, making my cock throb so hard it’s almost painful.

"Tobias…"

I pull my fingers away from her body, and she straddles me, positioning herself just right so she can slide against my cock. Teasing. Taunting. Setting me on fucking fire. I grit my teeth and hold myself steady as she takes her time, dragging this out like she knows exactly what it's doing to me. And then, finally, she starts to lower.

The moment she’s fully seated, I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer, needing to feel every point where our bodies connect.

Her mouth collides with mine, and I'm gone. Completely and utterly ruined for her. The way she kisses me—hungry, possessive, almost obsessive—every single time, it wrecks me.

"Feel how perfect we fit, Mills?" My voice comes out desperate against her lips. "We were always meant to be this."

She starts to move, and every roll of her bodyfeels like adeliberate torture. She's not just fucking me; she's marking her territory, making sure I remember who I belong to.

Her back arches as she rides me, her head falling back, and my gaze fixates on the perfect curve of her neck. I can’t help myself—I lean in, dragging my tongue over her skin, tasting her, as my hands grip her hips and guide her movements. She grinds her clit against me with every thrust, and my groans spur her on, driving her to take more, to move faster, harder, and to chase everything we both need.

"Baby… please." She presses her chest against mine, and I take over, slamming my cock into her.

Herpussy tightens around me, pulling me deeper,andmy name spills from her lips. When her orgasm hits, waves of pleasure crash through her body, and she floods my cock, soaking me in her release.

That’s it. That's all it takes.

The sight of her coming undone and the feel of her dripping down my balls send me straight over the edge.

"Fuck, Mills." The words scrape out of my throat as I empty inside her, my eyes locked on hers as every pulse of pleasure rips up my spine and tears through my body.

She’s shattered every rule about what connection means, broken me in the best ways, and now I’ll never crave anything but this.

Chapter 56

Tobias

I've been staring at those cream-colored bags by the front door for the past twenty-three minutes.I'm hopingif I burn holes through the expensive leather with my eyes, they'll disappear. Maybe if I hate them enough, time will fold in on itself and give me back the weeks before this moment arrived.

The kitchen counter digs into my lower back while steam rises from my untouched coffee. My free arm is wrapped around my ribcage—a futile attempt to keep my heart from spilling onto the floor.

Amelia woke up this morning in my arms, her breath warm against my neck and her legs tangled with mine. We didn't say much—what the hell was there to say?

When she slipped out of bed,she leftme with nothing butanache in my chest and the imprint of her on the sheets.

She knows she's leaving. I know she's leaving. And now I'm here, waiting while she finishes gathering her things, trying tofigure out what the fuck I'm supposed to do with myself when she's gone.

She appears in the doorway, looking so unfairly beautiful it's like every good thing I've ever had wrapped up in a moment I can't keep.

Her dark hair falls in waves around her face, catching the morning light like she's some kind of avenging angel coming to deliver the final blow. She's wearing those jeans that hug her perfectly, boots laced up, coat zipped—every inch of her ready to walk out the door.

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