Page 20 of Fury

“You could’ve written to me,” she says.

“How? What if your parents intercepted the letters? They would’ve had me arrested, Xanth. I gratefully took the clean slate, but the terms were that I stay clear of you.”

“I was so heartbroken,” she admits, tears making her eyes glisten. “They just told me you’d been moved to another home where a couple were looking to adopt. I forced myself to be happy for you because you needed a good family, but deep down, I was in bits.”

I take a breath, thankful we’re finally having this conversation because fuck knows I need to get it off my chest. “I was angry,” I admit. “For letting you talk me into it. I’d been happy with your parents, and I hated that I’d been sent away, rejected again. I spent years being angry at you.” The words tumble out, even though I don’t mean them to.

Her expression fills with guilt, making me feel bad, but it’s the truth, and she needs to know it all. “I don’t blame you,” she mutters. “I’m so sorry.”

I stand and round the table, crouching in front of her. I take her hands and stare as our fingers entwine. “It wasn’t your fault. It was just easier to blame you. Truth is, even if you hadn’t convinced me, we would’ve ended up together. I loved you so much.”

Xanthe cups my face in her hands. “I loved you too,” she tells me with a watery smile.

We stare at one another for a few seconds. I sense she’s about to kiss me, and deep down, I know I should stop her, but my body refuses to move. I feel the warmth of her breath across my face, and then she gently presses her lips to mine. It’s wary and cautious. My mind takes me back to how things were, and suddenly, we’re right back in her room, sneaking around.

I stand, taking her with me and sliding my hands into her hair, gripping it at the base and losing myself in the kiss. My cock is pushing against her stomach, and she lifts herself onto the table, sliding back while pulling my belt open. She reaches into my jeans, her hand gripping my erection, freeing it from my boxers. I loosen the cord on her dressing gown and push it from her shoulders, gliding my hands down her naked body.

I step back slightly, taking in her perfect curves. We lock eyes, both panting for breath, and then I close the gap again, trailing kisses along her jaw while she clings to my shoulders. I pepper them along her collar bone and down her chest, stopping at her pebbled nipple.Fuck, she’s as perfect as I remember.I circle it with my tongue, enjoying the sound as she inhales sharply.

“Condom?” she pants.

I feel for my wallet, retrieving a condom, and she takes it from me, ripping it open with her teeth. She takes it from thepacket, discarding the foil and pinching the end of the rubber before expertly pushing it onto my cock. I hiss at the contact as she sheaths me, itching to slow it down so I can savour every second but also desperate to be inside of her.

“You sure about this?” I ask, trailing more kisses along her collar bone. She wraps her legs around me and tugs me closer, pressing my erection against her opening. It’s all the confirmation I need, sliding into her and groaning in pleasure as she grips my cock tightly.

Her arms wrap around my neck, and she pulls me in for another kiss as I slowly fuck her, taking my time to feel every inch of her.Fuck knows I’ve thought about it for long enough.

She was my first, and at sixteen years old, I couldn’t get enough of her. She was wild and horny all the time, and we’d spend hours exploring each other. Those memories are burned into my brain.

I feel her hand between us, rubbing herself, but I bat it away and take over, pressing my thumb to her swollen clit with just enough pressure to have her on the edge. She squirms beneath me, whimpering each time I slow down. I pull from her, and she groans in frustration, but as I kiss down her body and rest between her legs, she props herself up on her elbows, watching as I run my tongue through her folds. She bites on her lower lip in that sexy way I love, her eyes full of heat. Her fingers run through my hair, gently gripping it as I work her into a frenzy. And right before she’s about to come, I stand and slam back into her, fucking her hard.

She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I chase my own release. I feel the wetness between us as she squirts, and it’s enough to drag my orgasm from me, causing me to shudder uncontrollably as I empty into the condom. “Fuck,” I pant, closing my eyes as I try to slow my rapid breaths.

I pull from her and grab a tea towel from beside us, wiping her arousal from the worktop and then pressing it between her legs. She lies lifeless, her hands above her head in all her naked glory for me to appreciate.

I press gentle kisses along her inner thigh, occasionally nipping the skin. “That was . . . unexpected.”

Xanthe

Shit.Shit. Shit.I push to sit up, and Fury’s hopeful face stares back at me. I slip off the counter, and he stands, trapping me between him and the worktop. He slides a hand along my jaw, tipping my head back slightly to make eye contact. “Are you okay?”

I nod, forcing a smile. “I need the bathroom.”

“Xanth,” he whispers, his expression full of concern.

“I’m fine,” I say a little too sharply as I move past him, slipping my mobile from the counter discreetly. “Honestly.”

The second I get into the bathroom, I turn the tap on full and groan out loud. “Fuck.” I take a deep breath, and then I call Jorja, my go-to whenever I fuck up.

“Huh?” she answers, sounding sleepy.

“It’s me,” I whisper.

“Are you in the shower?”

“No, listen, I fucked up.”

“Again?” I hear rustling like she’s sitting up. “Jesus, what time is it?”

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