Page 63 of Light

We stare at each other, both breathing hard, both waiting for the other to break.

"You think I wanted that? Her?" I step closer into Melissa's space, but she doesn't back away, doesn't back down. "There is nothing that she or any other woman could ever offer me that I want more than to just see you smile in my fucking direction. I want you, Melissa."

"For how long? Until shit gets too hard? Until you're no longer the center of attention? That's not how this shit works, Light." She sneers at me.

"I know that Melissa but I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. You told me to get out of your life. I did, in the only way I knew how."

She scoffs and shakes her head, "So that's it? No fight. Honestly, how badly could you really want to be in my life if all it takes is one fight for you to throw up your hands and give up?"

Fight? Is she serious? What the hell did she think I was doing this whole time? I nearly ripped Semi's head off. I've been keeping shit from my President. Staying faithful to a woman that won't even admit she's mine. And she has the nerve to say that I won't fight.

Her words strike something deep inside me. Not anger. Not even hurt.

Desperation.

“You want to see fight?” I growl, stepping into her space until our chests almost touch. “You want me to prove how fucking much you mean to me? Fine.”

Before she can say anything, I grab her face with both hands and crush my mouth to hers.

There’s nothing soft about the kiss. It’s all teeth and heat and fury. She gasps, shocked, but she doesn’t pull away. Her hands fist in my shirt and pull me closer. Her nails bite into my chest and I don’t care. I want more. I want all of her.

The tension between us breaks like a dam and suddenly we’re moving, bodies tangled, mouths clashing, limbs desperate. Her jacket hits the floor. My shirt follows. Our lips only break apart long enough to breathe before they crash again, harder, deeper.

She shoves me back toward the bed and I let her. I don't stop moving until I feel my knees hitting the edge. I drag her shirt over her head and toss it somewhere behind me. Her bra is next, and then her jeans. I pull her close, my hands running rough along her waist, memorizing the shape of her like it might all disappear.

She pushes me back and climbs over me, straddling my hips. Her hair is wild, her eyes burning with something fierce.

There's no time to make sure she's ready. I don't need to. Her eyes are focused on mine and in that gaze I can see everything I need to see. She wants this as badly as I do. I watch in awe for a second as she lifts her body, grabs hold of my cock and lines it up with her sweet slit. My eyes roll back as she rubs the head against her opening a few times just to lube me up. It feels like heaven. I force myself to focus my eyes back on her as she slowly sinks down onto me.

“No one compares to you,” I pant, watching her as she rocks her hips against mine. “You hear me, Melissa? No one. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”

She leans in close, our noses nearly touching.

“Then stop pretending you don’t.”

And I do. I stop pretending.

I flip her under me and press her into the satin sheets. Her gasp fuels something in me, I’ve been trying to bury. I kiss her again, slower this time, but still with that same hunger. My hands roam over every inch of her skin, greedy for the contact I thought I’d lost forever.

When she moans my name, I swear it shatters something inside me. She’s gasping, clinging to me like I’m the only thing holding her together.

I want to be. I want to be the one that keeps her afloat.

We don’t make love. We crash into each other like a storm. It’s frantic and messy and full of everything we haven’t said. Every thrust, every kiss, every broken sound between us is a fight and a promise wrapped into one.

I take her hard and fast. I can't slow down if I wanted to, and I don't. I need this, and from the way she's moaning I can tell that she needs this too.

I pound into her so furiously that the headboard bangs against the wall. It shouldn't be doing that. I secured it to the wall. We must be breaking the bed. None of that matters.

Nothing but Melissa.

"Light, Oh fuck." She squirms and tosses her head from side to side as her body clenches down hard on me. Lights flash in front of my eyes and I hear myself groaning loud. My muscles bunch up so tight, I'm surprised they don't rip off my bones.

I suck in one last breath as my entire body feels like it is falling. Warmth. Love. I feel all of it. If this were any other time I'd just think it was some good sex. Five stars. But I know that's not the case. It's Melissa.

"You're mine. All fucking mine." I growl right before I bury my face in her neck and explode deep inside of her.

I don't know where my orgasm starts and hers ends. All I know is we're so connected right now it feels like we're one. This is what life should always feel like. What I've been missing. I refuse to miss out on it anymore.

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