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2024-08-19 18:05:25"Rowan…” I whispered, trying to pull away, but his arms tightened around me.
“Don't go. Please.” He looked so broken his eyes sad, his hair resting on his forehead, his breathing heavy. I gulped as my eyes trailed down to his lips. I should get a hold of myself. I shouldn't…but it was too late. His warm lips pressed against mine. I gasped, as his arm went around my waist pushing me closer to him. It was wrong. I knew it. But the way he kissed me—there was such raw, aching hunger that it made my knees weak. His lips were warm and demanding, it was as if the passion and sorrow pouring out of him. He kissed me as if I was the air he needed to breathe, as if losing this moment would destroy him. “I need you,” he gasped, his forehead falling against mine. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing away tears I didn’t even realize had fallen. “You’re not losing me,” I whispered, not sure whether I was trying to convince him or myself. But the words felt hollow because I knew, deep down, he wasn’t talking to me. He was talking to her. Before I could say anything else, his lips were on mine again, more insistent this time. His broad hands slid down my body, trembling and gentle. My mind screamed that this wasn’t real, that I should stop him, that I wasn’t Gigi—but my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch, craving the warmth and intimacy I’d been starved of for so long. I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties. His lips left kin, tracing my my neck. Sucking on the base. I moaned, bringing my hand to his head, pushing him closer to me. His left hand cupped my breasts, my nipples hard, visible against the thin hem of my shirt. His fingers ran over the hardened tip and I melted. My eyes rolled. His lips went to my ears and he gave it a soft bite. His fingers found the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head in one swift motion, his eyes clouded with desire, pain, and something deeper I couldn’t read. “God, I’ve missed this,” he mumbled, his lips trailing down my neck, his breath hot and ragged. I swallowed the lump in my throat, feeling every touch like a bittersweet ache. This wasn’t the Rowan I knew—the cold, distant man who barely looked at me. The person who hated me for no reason. This was someone else entirely. Someone broken, someone haunted by a past I didn’t belong to. But right now, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I wanted to believe, just for tonight, that I was enough for him. Even if he couldn’t see me. His hands were everywhere, mapping my body with a kind of desperation that left me breathless. I could feel the weight of his need in every kiss, every caress, as if he was trying to lose himself in me, to forget whatever ghosts haunted him. His lips found mine again, and this time, the kiss was slower, deeper, filled with a longing that made my heart ache. “Remi,” he breathed out, and my heart stumbled, almost believing he saw me for a moment. But then, he whispered her name again. “Gigi…” Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn’t stop him. His hands were unbuttoning my jeans, sliding them down my legs as he kissed every inch of exposed skin, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I shivered beneath his touch, torn between wanting to stop and needing him to keep going. My mind was screaming at me to pull away, to protect my heart, but my body wouldn’t listen. I wanted him. Despite everything, I wanted him. Even if he didn’t truly want me. He lifted me, my legs went around his waist. We found our way to our bedroom where he gently placed me on the bed. His lips moved down my body, to my navel, he kissed it, his eyes were staring into mine. I watched as he used his teeth to slowly remove the red panties I wore. I did not stop staring at him. He was hot. He teased me by placing a kiss on my inner thigh. Using his fingers to remove the rest of the underwear. His hands spread my legs, I wanted to feel vulnerable. I had only had sex once with my highschool boyfriend, I was inexperienced in many ways. But that didn't stop him from bringing his lips close to my clit. I clenched my fists, threw my head back, my back arched as I moaned. He didn't stop. He went faster. I grinded against his face. “Good…it felt so good.” He kept on going, then he added his finger. I didn't stop the orgasm that hit me like a tsunami. I crashed. His hands trembled as he undressed, his breathing labored, his body aching with tension as he crawled back on top of me, his blue eyes dark with desire. “I need you,” he whispered again, pressing his forehead against mine. And this time, I wasn’t sure if he was talking to Gigi or me. I didn’t answer. Instead, I pulled him down to me, letting our bodies meld together, the heat between us rising like a tidal wave. The world outside disappeared as he moved against me, each thrust drawing a gasp from my lips, each touch sending shivers down my spine. His name escaped my mouth in broken whispers, but I wasn’t sure if he even heard me. But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t pull away. His hands gripped my hips, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate, as if he was trying to drown out the pain with pleasure. His lips were on my neck, my chest, whispering apologies I didn’t know whether I was meant to hear. I could feel his body shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reached his peak, collapsing against me with a broken sob. And just like that, it was over. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, harsh and uneven, as the weight of what had just happened settled over us. He rolled off me, lying beside me on the bed, his chest heaving as he stared up at the ceiling. His arm reached out for me, pulling me close, but the warmth in his embrace felt like a lie. I could feel the tension between us, thick and suffocating, as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. “Gigi,” he murmured again, his voice barely a whisper. And my heart shattered all over again. 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