Her heart pounded in her chest as the footsteps grew louder. She froze, breath hitching in her throat.
She could have sworn she had locked the doors when she'd returned. And Hayes guaranteed her safety when he picked the place for her.
She reached out for her phone but paused when she saw who was frolicking freely in her house.
No way !
She didn't want to believe it , she couldn't until she looked up and saw him standing in the doorway.
Him.
The one who ghosted her.
The one who disappeared without a word, leaving nothing but confusion and anger in his wake.
Her body, still slick from the vibrator, trembled in a mix of pleasure and rage.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice shaking as she pulled the toy from her body, not bothering to hide her nakedness. She was too stunned to feel embarrassed.
" How did you …. How "
Her words caught in her throat.
How did he know where she was .
What was he even doing in her apartment.
So many thoughts ran through her mind and none of them added up.
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his dark eyes never leaving hers. A slow smirk played at the corner of his lips. "You know why I'm here," he said, his voice deep and confident, like he knew he was in control.
Her pulse quickened, but not from desire. "You think you can just waltz in after everything?" she snapped, her anger flaring, but there was something else, something deeper, brewing under her skin.
She had wanted him.
She had wanted him to come back, even if she never admitted it aloud.
But he didn't answer. He simply took another step toward her. The air around them seemed to thicken, charged with tension.
Before she could move, he was on her, pinning her against the wall. His body was solid and firm against hers, and she gasped as his hands gripped her wrists, holding them above her head. His face was inches from hers, his breath warm, his eyes dark with desire.
"You're not going anywhere," he growled, his voice rough.
She felt a surge of defiance, despite the way her body was reacting to his touch. "You left me... You ghosted me," she spat, trying to pull her hands free, but he only tightened his grip.
"I didn't forget you," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I couldn't forget you, even if I wanted to." His voice was full of heat, full of longing, and it made her chest tighten.
She wanted to argue, to push him away, but the way he spoke like he was feeling everything she was shook her resolve. She felt weak, the anger inside her mixing with the flood of pleasure still tingling through her body.
Before she could react, he moved swiftly, pushing his body even closer, his hardness pressing against her. Her breath hitched, a shock of surprise and need flashing through her veins.
"Do you want me?" he asked, his lips grazing her neck as his hands roamed her body.
Her voice was shaky, barely a whisper. "You left me... you disappeared."
He growled low in his throat, his lips trailing lower down her neck. "I know. I was stupid. But right now, I just want you... all of you."
His lips found hers in a kiss that was anything but soft. It was desperate. Hungry. Every brush of his lips made her body ache for more. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to not give in to him again, but she couldn't. She kissed him back, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him deeper into her, desperate for him as much as he was for her.
He broke the kiss just long enough to undress himself , his hands moving with a fierce urgency. "You're still perfect," he whispered, his voice rough, like he was trying to convince himself as much as her. His eyes burned with something dangerous desire, regret, need.
He didn't waste a second. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands on her thighs, pulling her closer. Her breath caught in her throat as his lips skimmed the inside of her thigh, his touch sending jolts of electricity through her.
"You still taste like heaven," he murmured, before his mouth claimed her, kissing her in places that made her forget every harsh word she'd ever wanted to say.
Her back arched, her body trembling as the pleasure built, intensified by the heat of his lips, the pressure of his tongue. She moaned, unable to hold it back.
"You feel so fucking good," he groaned against her skin, his hands gripping her hips as he stood up, towering over her. "I missed you... missed this."
Before she could reply, he kissed her again, fierce, as if to prove something, to make up for lost time. And then he was inside her, filling her completely, his thrusts hard and fast, relentless, pushing her up against the wall with each movement.
She gasped, her body vibrating with a mix of pleasure and raw emotion. "God...You feel so fucking good."
She breathed out, her nails digging into his back as her hips moved to meet his.
"Don't hold back," he whispered hoarsely in her ear. "I want to hear you... all of you."
His words drove her wild, and she couldn't hold back. Her breath was quick, her moans filling the room with the sound of their passion, slick and desperate. His pace didn't slow down. He was relentless, his body moving with purpose, as if he wanted to make up for every moment he'd kept away from her.
Her body shook under him, her orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. "I need you... I need you so much."
She gasped, her body tightening around him.
His eyes locked with hers, intense, dark. "Then take me," she Moaned.
And with those words, the pressure inside her snapped, and she came apart, her body trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. She cried out, her hands clutching him desperately as she tried to hold onto the last threads of control.
Her orgasm sent him over the edge, his thrusts becoming erratic as he came inside her with a guttural groan. He held her tightly against him, both of them breathing heavily, the room filled with the sound of their racing hearts.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. They were tangled together, both caught up in the intensity of what just happened.