Elena
It’s him. He’s not dead. My mind cannot comprehend anything. All my thoughts and senses are solely focused on his touch, the way his warm breath fans my skin, and how his mouth moves on mine.
I am furious at him. I hate this man for what he did to me, the pain he put me through. However, at this very moment, I just don’t care.
He’s here. The man who has become my everything is here.
Those callused hands of his slide their way over my body with need as he kisses and licks me down to my core; the scruff of his beard scratching me deliciously all the while.
But I don’t want that.
I grab fistfuls of his dark, unruly hair and force him up. A look of confusion shines through those dark green orbs.
“Do it now and don’t be gentle,” I order nearly out of breath.
As soon as he does wha
