Chapter 39 I tugged Tore into the house with me, tossing my keys and purse on the floor, blindly kicking off my shoes. Benjamin took one look at us and chose to run back upstairs, away from the dramatic humans. Tore chased me. Without shoes on. Oh my... I was so stupid thinking he'd given up. All this time, he'd been waiting for me to lift our safe word. I should have known. That was how he thought. Rules were unbendable. And he'd respected mine-to his detriment. And mine, dammit. I think I might love this man. Shit. Our lips collided and bodies melded. There were things that needed to be said, and that would happen, but not now. I couldn't go another second without this. Tore cradled my face carefully-a stark contrast to the way he was ravaging me with his mouth. Violent lashes of his tongue against mine. Sharp, desperate nips of my lips. Our teeth clashed, and our moans tangled and warred. I felt the tremors in his fingers as they slid into my hair and fisted it gently to tilt my head back so he could kiss me deeper, harder. We stumbled toward the couch, wrapped in each other. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, ripping at them when I grew impatient. Some popped and some plinked on the ground, but Tore didn't seem to notice or care. Finally open, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, not giving a damn where it landed. Then I pulled my mouth from his so I could tear my own shirt off. He reached around me, swiftly divesting my bra. I was a candle, and he was the flame. His long, lean torso was a steady wall for me to melt into, skin on skin. It was a relief to touch so much of him. I kicked off my jeans, and he yanked off his pants. Our knees knocked into each other as we tugged off each other's underwear and laughed and kissed and fell together, lucky the couch had caught us on the way down. He landed first, guiding me on top of him. I straddled his legs, our lips breaking just long enough for air, our eyes locked in this wild, breathless moment. "Touch me," I whispered, slipping his glasses off his face. "Please, Tore." Leaning back, he cupped my breasts, watching himself hold them in his wide palms. His thumbs brushed over my pebbled nipples, sending a shiver along my spine. "Like this?" he asked. "Yes. That's so good." I put my hands over his. "Here." Then I lowered his hands to my hips. "And here." His eyes flicked to mine as he dragged his hands down to my thighs. "How about here?" I dropped my forehead to his. "Everywhere, Tore. Please, baby." I ground against him, needing friction, needing everything about him. He hissed, tightening his grip, then shifted under me, pressing against the heat between my thighs. I gasped. "I missed you," I choked out. "I was so-Tore, I-" "I know." His voice broke. "Beatrice, I know. I missed you too. Every second." He slid his hand between us, cupping my sex. I nodded frantically, giving my permission, already rocking into his touch as he found my clit and circled it with maddening precision. His other hand gripped my hip, then lower, fingers exploring, spreading me open like he needed to know every part of me-reclaim me after too many days apart. A line had been crossed the moment he'd set foot in my house tonight. The other times, he'd toed it, but it was so far in the distance now, it might as well have never existed. "I love the way you feel, beautiful." He dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass. "So soft. I can't get enough of your skin." Moaning, I rocked on his fingers and clutched his shoulders. Muscles rippled beneath his smooth skin. Controlled power barely contained within his sleek exterior. My fingers curled, anchoring myself to him as heat mounted in my belly. God, this man knew exactly where to touch me and just how to do it. "Right there." It was coming, rolling over me. So close, like electricity in the air, crackling along my skin. "Tore, that's so perfect. Right there." His mouth trailed over my collarbone and throat, sucking the delicate skin between his lips. Biting, licking, devouring as I crumbled, shaking, vibrating. I threw my head back, crying out my pleasure, and his lips latched onto my throat, absorbing the sounds he'd coaxed from me. I kissed him as I came on his fingers, no less desperate for him than I'd been before. The way he pulled me down on his erection, there was no doubt he was riding the same wave. I snapped my hips, wedging his thick length just right between my slick lips. Almost where I wanted him, but still so very far away. "Tore." I breathed into his mouth. "I need it." "Say the words." He tapped one finger on my entrance, teasing, tormenting. "I need them from you." Another snap, and we both groaned. "Inside me." "Yes." His teeth clamped down on the bend of my neck, racking me with full-body trembles. My insides clenched around nothing, searching for him. A whine tore from my throat at the hollowness I desperately needed him to fill. As I took his length in my hand and pushed up on my knees, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist, stopping me before I could lower myself. "Bea, I don't have a condom." He grimaced as his tip brushed against my soaked opening. "Christ, I'm sorry." I shook my head, holding myself back from fighting against his grip. It was good one of us was being careful since I would have thrown caution to the wind. "I've been tested, and I have an IUD. You?" "Tested, yeah." He exhaled a heavy breath, his hold on me quaking. "Are you sure?" I licked my parched lips. "Are you mine?" He didn't hesitate for even a second. "Unequivocally." "And do you have any more secrets you're keeping from me?" Again, no hesitation. "I own this house." I huffed a laugh. "Of course you do. Anything else?" Everything he'd done was so wild and crazy, how could I not laugh and accept this man had no limits when it came to me? "You know everything." "Then I'm yours too." His hand fell away as I sank down on him, not stopping until my ass hit his thighs and I was filled to the hilt. Groaning, he slid his palms along my ass, taking hold of me. "There you are." He pressed me down on him, somehow tunneling even deeper. "Right where you should be." I cupped his throat and slid my nose along his. "I need to go hard, baby. Are you into that?" His hips bucked with surprising force, making me gasp. "Give it to me, Beatrice." Keeping one hand braced around the base of his neck, the other on his chest, fingers splaying across the hard ridges of his muscles, I lifted and dropped onto him again, harder. Tore's head fell back against the couch, eyelids lowering to half-mast, lips parted in awe. I did it again. And again. The sharp slap of skin meeting skin filled the room, filthy and desperate and perfect. "Oh, fuck-yes," he gasped, gripping my hips, guiding me, meeting every brutal thrust with one of his own, screwing into me just as hard from below. "You feel so good inside me," I moaned, digging my nails into his chest. "So perfect, Salvatore. I missed you so much, I can't do that again." His hands clenched as he watched me, unblinking fascination raw in his expression. My body rippled as I bounced on him, and he didn't miss any of it. He wasn't just watching my breasts as they grazed up and down his chest. His gaze traveled over me-my belly as it moved and folded with every shift, my vibrating hips, my thick thighs spread over his lean ones. Inside me, I felt his desire growing impossibly thick and hard. "You undo me, beautiful," he gritted out. "I can't believe you're mine." Tipping my face down, I ghosted my lips over his. "And you're mine." My hold on his throat tightened just a little bit. "My very good boy." His answering groan was a crack of thunder in a clear blue sky, echoing off the walls of my heart, sending shivers through my body. "Only yours," he agreed. "Fuck me, Beatrice." I snapped my hips harder, chasing the edge. Giving it to him. Just like he'd asked-just like we needed. He filled me completely, over and over, the thick drag hitting all the right places, making me dizzy. A needy mewl broke free. I had him yet... I was still desperate for him. I leaned forward and kissed him, open-mouthed and messy, our tongues tangling as I continued riding him with abandon. His hands slid up my back then to my ass again, pulling me down hard every time I lifted off him. "I can't get close enough," I cried in frustration. We couldn't get any closer than we were. I didn't understand this yearning in my gut, but I couldn't shake it. "You're here. I'm here." He wrapped his arms around me so tight I could finally take a full breath. "I'm here. I've got you." "I want you," I whined, kissing along his jaw. "Let me have you." "You do. Completely," he vowed. "Salvatore." I licked the divot in his chin. "Show me. Show me how I have you." His grip turned bruising, his hips driving up harder now, meeting me thrust for thrust, a frenzy of motion that stole my breath. Through it, he murmured reassurances. Telling me he was sorry, he missed me, he wasn't going anywhere, he was mine. Calling me beautiful, sexy, unbelievable. Promising me devotion and honesty. Safety and trust. And he kept fucking me with savage pumps of his hips that made stars bloom behind my eyes. Perfect. Sweat slicked our bodies, every breath a shared ragged gasp. He buried his face between my breasts, groaning my name again and again. My orgasm coiled, tight and blinding, building with every brutal grind, every desperate thrust. "Come with me," I begged, holding his face, staring into those dark, beautiful eyes. "Fill me up, Salvatore. I want to be dripping with you all night." He nodded frantically, breath catching. "I'll give you what you need, beautiful. I have no choice." I let go. My head fell back as I cried out my pleasure, my inner walls pulsing and clamping. Tore's answering groan was pained as he held me through it, bracing my back as I thrashed and writhed. And when I thought it was over, he flung me onto my back, yanked my legs to his hips, and pummeled me. Unrelenting. Frenzied. He fucked me into the couch like a madman on a mission to destroy me and stared into my eyes with soft, loving devotion, tipping me straight over the edge again. I was falling blindly, grappling for something, anything to hold on to, but I wasn't alone for long. Tore planted himself at the end of me and buried his face in my throat, shaking in my arms as he coated me with fiery heat. We clung to each other as we came down, the aftermath as intense as the storm. Tore lay on me, my breasts cushioning his head, his arms tunneled around me. I stroked his hair, my movement languid and wrung out. Whatever happened from here, I would never doubt this man wanted me. Just like I couldn't deny my desire for him. Even now, bones liquid and a deliciously aching core, I would have started all over again if he'd said the word. This was surely a little bit of madness. But maybe a lot of everything good too. "You're mine," I whispered, mostly to myself. He lifted his head from my chest, his gaze hazy but locked steadily on mine. "I am, Beatrice," he promised. "I'm yours." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!