Page 162 of After All This Time

"Why the fu—" My words die in my throat as realization dawns. My eyes widen. "No way. Is he…?"

"Better go knock on that door, Amelia," Harper says, already shoving me toward it.

I don't wait for more. I'm running down that hallway like my ass is on fire, my heart trying to punch its way out of my chest. The door appears in front of me, and I'm pounding on it like a crazy person.

"Jesus, Firefly." Tobias's voice comes from the other side as the door swings open. "You trying to break it down?"

The moment I see him, I launch myself into his arms,andmy legs wrap around his waist.

"You came," I breathe out, my hands framing his face, memorizing him all over again. "You actually fucking came."

"I told you, baby, if you need me, I'm here."

His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat, and then his mouth is on mine. It's not gentle. It's not sweet. It's pure desperation, all tongue and teeth and promises. I whimper into his mouth, and he swallows the sound like he's starving for it.

"I can't believe you're here," I whisper breathlessly between kisses.

"I'm here," he murmurs against my lips, walking us toward the bed and laying me down with a gentleness that contradicts the hunger in his eyes.

His thigh nudges mine apart, and I feel the hard length of him press against me as he grinds into me, his lips finding the sensitive curve of my throat,and when he inhales against my skin, the sound he makes is almost primitive.

"God, you smell like heaven." He groans, his teeth grazing my pulse point. "I've been going crazy without you."

"You're here, baby," I repeat, still unable to believe it.

"You've said that already." He chuckles softly, his lips grazing my collarbone.

I'm already fighting with my clothes, desperate to feel his skin on mine. He helps, practically ripping my leggings off and taking my underwear with them. When he looks at me, his hand drags through his hair, his jaw ticks, and his chest rises and falls like he's barely holding himself together.

His hands move to his belt, unbuckling it with ease, and I sit up on my knees, turning to face him. My fingers find the hem of his T-shirt, tugging it up as I press soft kisses against his skin.

As my mouth moves across his chest, my hands follow, instinctively reaching out to touch him. But tonight, something's different. My hands follow their own path across his chest andsuddenly stop, finding unfamiliar territory—rough edges where there should be smooth skin. My brow furrows as I look down, and my heart stutters when I see it—a tiny, intricately designed firefly.

He takes my hand, guiding it to rest against his chest, right over his heart. "I wanted to take a piece of you everywhere with me."

My fingers trace the tiny firefly, the fresh ink still slightly raised under my touch. Without thinking, I lean in and press a kiss to the tattoo, sealing it with the kind of reverence that comes from knowing you've been given a piece of someone's soul.

My hand slides lower, finding him hard and ready, and his whole body jerks at my touch. His eyes close, those stupidly long lashes fanning against his cheeks, and the sound he makes shoots straight through me.

"I need you, baby," I beg, my voice trembling with desperation.

Tobias's gaze darkens, his hands already working to strip the last of his clothes. He drags his fingers over me, teasing me until I'm arching off the bed.

"I promise you, Mills," he murmurs, his voice rough and raw, "I'll spend the rest of the night eating your pussy until you're too fucked-out to remember your own name, but right now I need to be inside you."

He doesn't wait for a response—he doesn't need one. The need between us is a living, breathing thing. His mouth claims my breast, teeth scraping my nipple as he lines up and pushes in.One long, brutal stroke, and he's home, stretching me wide and making me feel owned—making me whole.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last," he grits out, his forehead pressed to mine. "My cock's been starving for you."

"Just fuck me. Kiss me. Fill me with your cum." My nails rake down his back, marking him. "I need to feel you, Tobias—your body, everything."

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, and he starts to move. His forehead stays pressed to mine as our bodies collide, and the sound of skin meeting skin echoes in the room.

"I've missed you." His voice shatters, each word punctuated by a thrust that threatens to break me apart. "Missed this tight pussy… Fuck, I love you."

His pace turns savage, the kind of rough perfection that'll leave bruises I'll press tomorrow just to feel him again. It's when his hand lowers between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing circles that steal my breath, that's when everything detonates. My orgasm violently slams into me, my body convulses beneath him, and my fingers claw at his skin.

He follows seconds later with a sound that's more animal than human, his hips jackhammering as he empties himself inside me. His grip is bruising as he holds me down, cock pulsing as he marks me from the inside out, filling me until I'm overflowing with him.

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