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“Thank you.” It’s a whisper that barely makes its way out as I press my lips to his.

I sink against his body and let him be the air that I’ve been seeking. My lungs take in every atom of his soul when he parts his lips and forces his tongue into my mouth. And my bones crave him unlike anything I’ve ever needed.

Reaching down, I lift enough to tug down his waistband and pull him out. And the moment I’m positioned over the head of his cock, he grabs my hips and shoves me down.

That sting that fills my center each time has me shaking. It has my body vibrating at his touch.

Kole lets me guide the movements as I circle in his lap. His mouth seeks out my heart while his hands play in the back of my hair.

He’s all over.

I tug at his shirt because I need to feel him.

His skin on my skin.

His sin in my hands.

Stripping it off, he pulls us chest to chest, holding me tight.

His lips pepper my mouth to my jaw. He drags his teeth down my neck, sinking them into the base of my throat.He rocks his hips with my movements, and we become the rain. The lightning. The storm.

We’re the ripples on the ocean. Untraceable among the waves.

Kole grabs my jaw and kisses me with every part of him, and my heart crinkles beneath my ribs. I fall so hard it knocks the air from my chest.

He comes inside me as my pussy squeezes him. And he’s the chaos I’ve spent my life looking for.

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Fear

Violet

Kole’s heartbeat is steady.

It strums against his ribs with the rise and fall of his chest, and I lie with my eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of it. An even pace rocks my mind back and forth as my body settles.

A push and pull from how roughly he fucks me.

The calm after the hurricane.

Kole rakes his fingers through my dark hair until he pauses on the scar hidden on the back of my head. His fingers graze over it.

Back and forth.

He traces it like now that he knows it exists, he needs to memorize it the same way he does every part of me.

“You’re still awake,” he says, dropping his hand to my bare back and running it up and down my spine.

“I am.”

“Can’t sleep?”

“Not that.” I sigh. “I’m just relaxing.”

He hums. The vibration of it rumbles where my head is resting on his bare chest. And it’s a calming sound that settles my nerves.

“Tell me a story.” I brush my palm over the ridges of his stomach.

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