Chapter 40

The kiss started slow and hesitant. Graham gave me full control until I bit his lower lip. Then he growled and started to kiss me in earnest. He devoured me, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

A shiver ran down my spine. I pushed our bodies flush against each other, winding my arms behind his neck to bring him closer.

I ached for his warmth. I ached to feel cherished and desired. I ached to feel good.

Graham took my waist, and I felt his hard planes. My lips parted at the feeling.

“I want you,” I whispered against his mouth.

He grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up immediately. My core clenched at being exposed to him again. Graham’s hands traced my waist, up my torso, and under my breasts. Then they moved to my shoulders and my head. He tugged my head back by my hair. His mouth dropped to my throat and shoulder, sucking hard. I shuddered.

He traced kisses up until he devoured my mouth. I melted against his arms, opening my mouth. Our tongues brushed and twirled. I pressed myself closer to him.

He smiled against my lips. His hands moved to my jeans. He removed them, placing kisses as he knelt.

“Fuck, I missed you so much,” he groaned as he tugged my panties down and kissed below my navel.

My hands shot to his shoulder for balance. His presence was drugging.

He rose and unclasped my bra and bit each nipple.

“Graham,” I gasped.

He scooped me up and took me to bed. There, he put me down and parted my legs. His face moved down between my legs. His tongue licked my slit and I jumped at the contact.

It was great. It was amazing. I loved how hungry he was.

His finger rubbed against my clit as his tongue traced my entrance and kissed my pussy. I raised my hips and met his strokes.

“Yes,” he mumbled. “Yes, baby.”

My jaw dropped open as my eyes closed. I only focused on the moment. My climax slowly built up, curling in my stomach until my muscles clenched. I reached my climax, feeling a heat rippling through my body. I slumped into bed, panting. My back was already sweaty.

Graham crawled on top of me and stared at me. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, Hazel. Inside and outside.”

He removed his shirt and his sweatpants. I was desperate for our bare skin to touch. I hissed when he lowered, and I could feel him all over me.

He groaned at the contact and buried his face in my neck, inhaling my scent.

Then he grabbed both my hands and pinned them above my head. He laced our fingers and soon, he entered me. My body greeted him, stretching and clenching around his thick cock.

He never removed his stare from me as he thrust deeper and deeper. It was slow and sweet. It was what I needed.

The friction between his cock and my clenching core was maddening, along with the slow motion. And when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, my body tensed as a high ripple washed over me. Then my core was pulsing around his penis. I moaned and Graham groaned, pounding faster. He milked my release before he grunted and came inside me.

Once he slumped on top of me, he kissed me lovingly. My heart went wild.

I’d missed the intimacy, the connection.

He smiled against my lips, rolling off me and squeezing me into his chest. He seemed more than satisfied. He looked at peace, as though chains weren’t holding him back anymore.

I snuggled on his chest, calming my frantic heart. Being in his arms brought back strength like he was transferring part of his power to me. It felt good.

Until I turned restless.

Something cold washed over my body.

~What have I just done?~

My heart sank. My eyes shut for a second. Did I really have sex with Graham because I wanted comfort? Because I missed intimacy? Because he made me feel good and I was exhausted, and I wanted to feel high again? Because I couldn’t stand watching him look so down? Because I wanted him to feel good too?

Even though he wasn’t behind the stolen clothes and had helped me retrieve them, he still made Jacob break up with me. He’d used me to hurt Jacob more. He wasn’t a good person.

Another good deed from him and I was back in his arms, as though I was forgetting the history.

A panicking grip tightened around my chest.

What was wrong with me?

I pressed a hand to his chest. “Graham, I need to go.”

He blinked, still glowing in the aftereffects. “What?”

“This was a mistake.” I slipped from his arms, hopping out of bed and collecting my clothes.

He propped on his forearms and scowled. “What do you mean?”

I shook my head. “I was a weak idiot. That shouldn’t have happened.”

“Hazel—”

“No,” I interrupted him, pulling my shirt over my head and dressing as quickly as possible. I didn’t bother with my underwear, shoving it in my pocket. “I’m sorry. It was a mistake. I can’t forgive you. I can’t be with you, Graham.”

My confession alarmed him since he jumped out of bed and tried to grab me. I raised my hand, halting him.

“Don’t. I’m grateful for your help with the missing clothes but that’s it. It doesn’t erase what you’ve done before.”

His eyes widened in despair. “Don’t leave yet. Let’s take a breath and talk this through.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Hazel, you still feel something for me. That’s why you let this happen.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I swallowed.

“Don’t go. ~Please~. Let me fix this.”

I shook my head and finished dressing up. When I reached the door, Graham spoke one last time.

“What I did was that unforgivable?”

It cracked my heart when I glanced over his shoulder and found his eyes gleaming with regret and frustration.

“Yes,” I answered before leaving him behind.