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a small line appears between her eyebrows.
    “You know everything.” She whispers, almost to herself.
    I cup her cheek, bringing her focus back to me. I crouch slightly, so that my eyes are level with hers. “I know everything, and I love you all the more for it sugar.”
    I tilt my head, pressing my lips to hers. Her lips part slightly, and I wrap my hand around her nape, pulling her in. As quickly as it starts, she rips her lips from mine, and pulls away from me.
    I frown. “Lilly?”
    She flicks her eyes to the floor. “We don’t have to do this right now.” I say nothing, because I don’t have a fucking clue what she’s talking about. “I mean, after what I told you…and you probably don’t…want me. Like that…right now. If you need time, it’s fine.” She stumbles over her words, blowing them off with a casual shrug, whilst her eyes tell me she’s anything but. So that’s what this is all about.
    “Are you fucking serious?” I say a little too harshly.
    She drags a shaky hand through her hair, but doesn’t respond. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her up against me. I step forward, pushing her back into the breakfast bar. I grip her arse, pulling her into me and grinding my pelvis against her.
    “Does that feel like I don’t want you?” I say through gritted teeth.
    I always want her. I will always want her. She’s like a damn drug. She’s sex and sin, luring me in at every opportunity. I roll my hips again and her breath hitches a little. Anger, frustration and lust mix together in my mind. How could she think that I wouldn’t want her? If I have to fuck some sense into her, I fucking will. “I’m going to forgive that quite frankly insulting accusation, because I know you’re not yourself right now.” I slam my lips over hers, giving her no time to think. She needs to stop thinking, and just feel. I swear, sometimes I have to fuck her into thinking straight.
    I move my hands from her waist, tracing the lines of her curves. The tension slowly leaves her body. She’s like a statue coming to life. Her lips slowly part as her fingers inch over my chest, creeping up my neck, and eventually into my hair. I grasp her hair, pulling it and yanking her head to the side. I drop my lips to her exposed neck, kissing, licking and nipping my way up to her ear. Her fingers claw at my neck, pulling me closer. I smile and graze my teeth across her ear lobe. Her breaths are ragged, her movements frantic. Her control slips inch by inch, until I have her right where I want her, willing, compliant, desperate and most importantly, with no doubt as to just how much I fucking want her. Any reservations or fears dissipate under my touch.
    I grip her around the waist, lifting her until she’s sat on the breakfast bar. I grab the hem of her top, ripping it over her head in one swift movement. She reaches behind her and releases her bra. Her eyes dance seductively. This is my Lilly, confident, seductive and sexy as sin. He may have taken something from her, but this…this is what I do to her. This is who she is now, and fuck, I love her more than anything in this damn world.
    I dive for her, sucking a nipple into my mouth. She moans and thrusts her chest toward my face.
    Her fingers go to the hem of my shirt and slip underneath. She traces the muscles on my stomach, making them clench and quiver under her electric touch.
    I move back to her lips, kissing her with no restraint. “I will always fucking want you.” I growl against her lips. “You drive me crazy.”
    “Show me.” She gasps between desperate kisses. It’s more than just a lust filled plea, it’s a genuine need.
    I lean forward, forcing her back. She stretches her arms out behind her, supporting her weight. I step between her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs wider. My lips never leave hers as my fingers skim over her stomach, until I reach the button of her jeans. I release the button, and slip my hand inside her underwear. Her eyes