Chapter 50
I blinked at him
I wasn’t sure I heard him right.
The inside of the tent was silent except for our breathing. His words hung in the air like they didn’t belong. Like maybe he didn’t mean to say them. But he didn’t take them back.
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I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out.
His eyes didn’t leave mine.
“I don’t know what it means,” he said again, slower now. “But I think I love you.”
He ran a hand over the back of his neck, frustrated, like the words tasted strange on his tongue.
“It’s the only thing that makes sense,” he said. “Why I can’t concentrate when you’re not near me, why I feel like I’m going insane when you ignore me, when you
walk out of a room without looking back.”
His voice got quieter, lower and rougher.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.”
My throat tightened. I stared at him, frozen.
He stepped closer.
“And the worst is when I see some other asshole with his hands on you.”
His jaw clenched.
“That fucking bastard Darren,” he snapped, “and that idiot at the bar, the way he grabbed your arm like he had the right.”
His hands curled into fists
“I should’ve broken his face right there.”
I flinched at the way his voice cracked, half anger, half something else,
His eyes dropped, just for a second. I followed the movement.
He was staring at my chest now. My shirt chung to me from how hot the tent was. My nipples were visible through the thin fabric, and he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact he saw it,
“And worst of all,” he said, voice barely a whisper now, “is what your body does to me.”
I felt his breath on my face. My stomach flipped.
His eyes flicked up from my breasts to my mouth, then back to my eyes.
“I think about it every second,” he said, “how soft your skin is, how you would sound when you moan, and when I’m the reason for it. how fucking good you feel wrapped around me.”
I had to be dreaming, maybe that snake had bitten me after all and I was now imagining things without realising it.
I exhaled shakily, my legs felt weak. I didn’t know if I wanted to slap him or pull him closer. He stayed quiet for a while, waiting for my
response.
1–blinked in amusement, “i don’t.. Know what to say…
“You don’t need to.
He paused again before adding
“I can’t look at you without getting hard he whispered,
His hand slid around my waist, he pulled me in gently, not rough, but sure, then he took my hand and guided it down. I felt it. Hard and thick against his pants.
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My fingers twitched in surprise, but he didn’t let go. His forehead pressed to mine, and his eyes were still locked on mine like he couldn’t look anywhere else.
“This is what you do to me,” he said, breath low, deep. “Even when I’m pissed at you, even when I’m trying to forget you.”
1 stood there like an idiot, my heart racing, pulse pounding in my ears. Everything below my stomach throbbed. I couldn’t speak or move and then he kissed me again.
It was hot, and nothing held back this time.
His hand slid up my spine, the other still on my waist. My mouth opened for him without thinking. His tongue met mine, the kiss deepened fast. He groaned softly, like he’d been holding it in for days.
I didn’t pull away, his mouth was on mine, hard, rough, like he was starving.
I couldn’t breathe 1 didn’t care, my back hit the padded tent floor as he lowered me down with one hand at the center of my back. The other slid up my thigh under the hem of my shorts, fingers curling around the edge of my panties.
He kissed me like he didn’t know when he’d get the chance again. His tongue swept into my mouth, hot, demanding. I felt his chest against mine, his hips already grinding down against me..
The heat between my legs was unbearable.
He pulled back just long enough to speak, his voice rough and breathless
“I’ve been losing my mind wanting you
His fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties. He didn’t go slow, he found me soaked, and I heard the way his breath hitched when he did.
“Fuck, Ellen
His lips dragged along my jaw, down my throat, over the front of my shirt. His hand moved, two fingers sliding between my folds, circling slow causing my hips to jerk.
“You’re dripping, he whispered. “You were thinking about me earlier, weren’t you? When I walked in on you.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My back arched. His fingers dipped inside me, curling just right. I cried out, grabbing the front of his shirt. He kissed me again to swallow the sound.
He pumped his fingers deeper, thumb pressing against my clit. Every movement was controlled, practiced, like he’d memorized exactly how to break me open. My thighs clamped around his wrist.
“I dream about this.” he muttered against my neck. “How you sound when I make you come, you have no fucking idea.”
I came hard, body shaking against him. He kept going through it, fingers fucking me slow and deep until I was trembling.
I pushed his hand away, panting, too sensitive.
He sat back on his heels, eyes dark, hair messy, shirt halfway untucked. His cock strained against his pants.
I reached for his waistband and unbuttoned it slowly. He watched every move, mouth slightly parted.
“You don’t have to… he started.
I had no idea what was going through my head, maybe it was because of how sex starved I had been but I shut him up by wrapping my hand around him and leaning down. He groaned when my mouth closed over the tip, hands flying to my hair.
“Fuck, Ellen”
I took him deeper, working my mouth slow, dragging my tongue along the underside. His hips jerked. He tried to hold still but failed.
His hands tightened in my hair.
“You’re gonna make me lose it,” he breathed.
I looked up at him, lips still wrapped around him. His eyes locked with mine, wild, half–lost
He pulled me off him before it was too late and flipped me onto my back again.
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“You want it?” he asked, pressing the tip against my entrance.
I nodded fast, thighs already parting.
“I need to hear it.”
“I want it,” I whispered. “I want you.”
He pushed in with one slow, deep thrust, groaning into my neck.
“luck, you feel too good”
He started moving, fast, hard. The tent shook with every thrust. Our bodies were tangled, sweat–slick, desperate. He grabbed my thigh and pulled it over his hip, changing the angle.
“Say it again,” he said. “Say you want me.”
“I want you.”
He kissed me, rough and messy, like he didn’t know how to stop.
I think
I think I love you,” he whispered again. “And I don’t know what the fuck to do with that.”
I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe.
He fucked me like it was the last time, like he needed to erase every trace of any other man from my body, like he was trying to own me completely.
And I let him.
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