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I’m going to devour her.

“You never stopped being mine, Faye.” I slam my mouth to hers. She doesn’t waste even a second to kiss me back. To meet the violence in this connection. The anger and desperation of the years that burn between us, the flame of it never dying even though it should have. “You’ll always be mine, just as you’ll always be his.”

“Holt.” The pain in my name isn’t something I can miss.

I just kiss her deeper until we’re a tangle of tongues and twisted emotions. There are so many emotions.

The sweet taste that is inherently her blends with the bold bitterness of her wine, and my head spins. I’m drunk off her. Hazy with need and heavy with desire even as I’m hot with frustration. With anger. There may be time between us, but there is no lack of feeling. No lack of emotion.

I kiss a burning path along her jaw to the tender skin behind her ear. Her head rolls back against the wall even as I trap her there with my body. She whimpers as my teeth skate across her skin. She arches her back, pushing into me as though she can’t help herself. Through the thin material of her robe, I can feel the heat of her skin. It burns into my own, branding me yet again as hers.

I’ve always been hers. Always worn her brand, even if no one else could see it. I’ve always known it was there.

I growl a low sound that rumbles over her skin. Goosebumps scatter across her flesh and I pull my head back in time to see her pupils dilate with desire.

She’s beautiful. Flushed and raw. Uncovered like this, stripped of makeup and fancy clothes, she can’t hide the way she feels. The way her body responds to mine.

Under the stretch of her robe, her nipples are hard and swollen. I want to taste them.

Unable to deny myself, I bend to take one into my mouth, nipping her through the fabric. She moans a low and husky sound that drives a blade of need straight to my dick.

She shoves her hands into my hair, nails biting deliciously into my scalp, and my thoughts short circuit. I can’t think of anything beyond the woman before me. Can’t think of anything beyond this need I’ve carried for her for years.

“I need to see you,” I rasp, tugging the tie at her waist.

Her breath hitches softly as the silky fabric spills open to bare her to me. Fuuuck. She’s exquisite. Every dip and line and curve and mark. Every part of her.

“Holt.” She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth before she sinks her teeth into the kiss-bruised flesh.

I pull her lip from between her teeth with my thumb, taking her mouth in another hard kiss. I could kiss this woman for forever. I’ve loved her for forever.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur into the kiss. “So fucking beautiful, Faye.”

Her fingers twist into my hair as my hands circle her waist under the open fabric. Her skin is so hot. Burning hot. I want to be seared, sheathed in her heat.

When she lifts her leg to hook it around my hip, I’m fucking gone. My hand’s drop down the smooth softness of her skin to the swell of her ass. I grip her hard before I hike her up on the wall. She gasps into my kiss, and I devour a whimper as I grind my jean-covered erection into her.

“I want you, Faye.” She nods into my kiss.

“Yes.”

I growl a sound she swallows. “I never stopped wanting you.”

“Holt,” she cries out my name as I push my hand between us, rolling the pad of my thumb over her clit.

“Fuck, you’re wet for me, baby.”

“Yes.” Her forehead rolls against mine as her breaths fall in rough pants. I roll my thumb and watch as her expression tightens and falls with the sweetest spill of raw desire. “Oh, God.”

“Holt, baby. Say my name.” I nip her jaw when her head falls back to the wall. Her lips part as hooded eyes land on mine. I roll my thumb faster, watching as her breasts rise and fall in quick tempo with her breaths.

Her hands grip my shoulders as she pushes into me. Her cheeks are beautifully flushed, and her eyes are glassy with want. I’ve imagined her like this so many times over the last decade. Too many times.

She’s a fantasy come alive.

Taking her mouth again, I shove two fingers deep as I continue stroking her clit. She sucks me in, so wet and hot as I pump. I’m on the edge. My dick aches, jealous of my fingers.

“Come on my hand, baby,” I demand.