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I don’t know if its her, or me, but our lips reunited and this time it’s not sweet, it’s heated and I’m kissing her with demand and need. She’s kissing me back with just as much passion. My heart is beating at a rate that is flooding my body with desire, fucking raw need.

Getting her suddenly was a do or die feeling.

I needed her under me, gasping—I needed her, and with that thought I lifted her from the ground and carried her to my room. Had enough respect for Maddox not to fuck his fiancé on his bed.

But that was were I drew the respect line. Because this was my second shot with Gabriella Hart; and I wasn’t going to fuck it up.

GABRIELLA

He kissed me like I was his purpose. He kissed me like I belonged to him. He kissed me like I was his world, and the reason for his existence. And how did I kiss him? Well to me Hudson mouth was poison yet heroin to me. I’d die before withdrawing from him again, because I was letting him in, my walls were falling with every moment we spent together.

I never stopped loving him, I think that’s where the problem was. I never switched my ability to love Hudson off. I loved him, even with my new heart, that heart still would drum a beat for him.

Right now as he leaned me back against his dorm room door. I was drunk on the feeling of his lips on my body, when he kissed me he had the ability to wipe my mind of concerns. I was lost in him—his cologne, his touch, everything but mainly the feelings that flooded me.

His door swung open, and he carried me in. My legs wrapped around his body, my arms wrapped around his neck. I was clinging to him like he was my current reason for breathing. Because he was my reason for breathing currently. He was breathing life back into me. He was my life support.

His lips pulled back from mine, and I’m dazzled as I stared into his honeycomb eyes.

“I ain’t fucking you tonight.”

And my heart skipped a beat, “Oh.” Is all I can manage.

And he brushed his lips against mine again, before locking eyes with mine. “I’m making love to you like I should have when we were together.”

“Hudson,” and my hand spread across his cheek. “You did use to make love to me.”

“Nah darling, I never worshiped you, like you deserved.” He lowered me to the bed. “I now know what it’s like to be without you. I now know the feeling of getting drunk on your memories at two in the morning, just to wake up in the morning to be reminded you aren’t mine anymore.” He slowly untangled our bodies. He kisses down my neck. “I don’t just love you Gabriella. You fucking consumed me.” And he then pulled the knife from his leg holster, and he paused before taking it to my dress. As if wondering if I was in love with it, and I arched my back slightly, giving him the sign to slice it—and that’s exactly what he does. Slowly tearing the dress from my body.

As more skin is revealed, he kisses me. At first in the centre of my chest, and then he kisses me as he lowers down my body.

It’s not loud, it’s small, barely auditable. I gasp, as his lips touch my stomach. Because in that second I remembered. And it fucking made me question everything. If this was the right time. If being with Hudson would just enrage him when he found out.

I swallowed, perhaps he wouldn’t notice?

Then I felt it and I went stiff, and he would have had to have felt that. I went stiff as a board.

His fingers ran over the c section mark. I opened my eyes, looking up.

His dark haunting iron grey eyes locked on to mine. He doesn’t say anything, not one word and I knew a man like Hudson, knew what a c section mark looked like. But he doesn’t say one word. Instead he lowered back down my body, pressing a firm kiss on the middle of the scar.

I swallowed sharply. My need to touch him, running through my body, but I knew when it came to sex with Hudson, he was in control.

But fuck it. I needed my hands on him. So my hands went to his shoulders. He sliced the dress that bit further, and I heard him groan.

“Fuck. You know it will be the death of me, knowing you are walking around with no panties on.” He then ripped the dress, the rest of the way, and dropped the knife on the ground. His mouth back at my ear. “Knowing I could slip my cock into you at any moment, with you wearing a skirt.” He groaned slightly, and he was tormenting himself.

I knew it was dancing with the flame, but fuck it—I was going to dance back with the flame that was flirting with Hudson.

“Or a dress,” I added, arching my back slightly, by chest going up and down with each inhale and exhale. “You could take me where you wanted and when you wanted.”

“Don’t fucking do it Gabriella.” He words darkening.

My eyes flashed open. “Maybe I should stop wearing a bra too, so you can feel me whenever you wanted to.” I didn’t even see him pull his jeans down, or anything—I just moan loudly, as he thrust into me.

“Still want to keep filling my head with fantasies baby girl?” he says, stilling in me, and then I tightened around him. And I know he feels it because he groans slightly. And I hear afuck mecome off his lips lowly.

He’s staring down at me, like I’m his world, and he can’t believe his fucking luck.

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