Forbidden Love
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We finally reached her door, and rather than finding her keys, I pulled my finger from inside her and licked them clean. Once I’d hurriedly unbuttoned my jeans, I lowered them slightly. As I pushed her up against her apartment door and slid inside her, I could have sworn everything went perfectly still, before we moved into a frenzy. The moment my dick entered her, she clamped her muscles down and arched her back. Her eyes rolled and she dug her nails into my shoulders.
“Fuck,” she cried out as she fell apart around me. I drew back and pounded into her, prolonging her release and bringing mine right to the edge. A loud roar come from my chest as I came.
I shook my head to clear the fog of breathy moans and swallowed sighs. I could still feel Haven's screams of ecstasy reverberating through my chest as I knocked on her door. My jeans were uncomfortably tight. The evidence very apparent that she had that sort of effect on me.
"Down, boy, now's not the time—" The door flung open to reveal Haven in a pair boy shorts and tank top, her ebony hair piled on top of her head.
I looked up from my crotch pep talk, taking in every inch of her body, the body I wanted nothing more than to claim at that very moment.
"Haven't you had enough, cowbuh—?" She stopped mid-sentence when she realized it was me and not McFuckStick on the other side of her door. I didn't much care at this point. I had come here with something to prove and nothing was going to stop me from doing just that.
"Haven…" I breathed, and before she could register is was me standing before her, I lurched forward and wrapped my arms around her tiny middle. I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her with my soul completely bared. It was as if she was the sun and I had been locked underground my entire life. My hands smoothed down her back and onto her ass. I squeezed with silent invitation for her to wrap herself around me like she had so many times before.
I pressed her against my still rigid cock, my tongue seeking entry into her mouth. "Let me in, Haven. I need to taste you," I murmured and sealed my lips to hers once again.
It took her a second to register my request, but I felt her mouth part just enough for me to force it open. Our tongues swirling in unabashed passion that I remembered feeling many times over.
"No. Stop. Jude!" Haven put her hands on my chest and pushed. Hard. Her breathing was labored, as if she'd just come back from a run. "You can't just walk in here and kiss me like that!" she screeched. "What were you thinking?" She tried to push me back toward the door, but to no avail. I was unmovable when it came to Haven, and this was no exception.
"Oh, don't give me that, Haven!" I stomped further into her apartment. "You knew it was me and you wanted that kiss as much as I did."
"Admit it. You missed me." I turned around once I hit her kitchen, my arms crossed over my chest, a smirk played on my lips. She closed the door and turned, leaning against it as if she needed help holding herself up. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, but there was something missing. Her eyes were cold. Shut off, absent of the usual spark that was there when we held each other. The smirk died from my lips along with the raging hard-on between my legs.
The glare she gave me as she pushed off the door and marched toward me was icy at best. She pointed her finger at my chest as she came up to me. "You have no right to be here!" She poked me. "You," poke "left," poke "me," poke” Asshole!"
I grabbed her finger before she could assault me with it again. "Stop," I simply stated, my voice low. "I don't want to fight with you, please, Haven." I looked into her beautiful heart-shaped face. "Hear me out."
She threw her hands up and growled in frustration. "What? What more could you possibly have to say to me?"
"A lot, actually." I let my arms fall to my sides, my fingers aching with the need to touch her. "I need to apologize."
"Fine." She looked at me with distrust and curiosity. It wasn't what I was hoping to see, but it was better than the cold indifference she flashed before.
"C-can we sit down?" I stuttered. My brows knitted together. My palms were sweating and my pulse kicked up a notch, while my stomach felt like cement had just been poured down my throat. I was on edge, the last thing I should feel when it came to her, but for some reason, I couldn't shake it. This was Haven, after all. My Haven.
"Sure, I'll meet you in the living room." She flippantly waved me out of her way. "I need to get some water."
I walked past her and sat on the edge of the sofa. My elbows rested on my knees, shoulders slumped, head lowered. I could still see her cute little ass in those boy shorts. "Hey, you mind throwing some clothes on?" I called out to her.
Haven peeked her head around the corner of the kitchen. "Seriously?" She rolled her eyes and walked down the hall. Not even a minute later, she emerged in a pair baggy sweats, sweats that weren't mine.
I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the red of the rage I was feeling at seeing her in another man's clothes. Rubbing my palms up and down the legs of my shorts, I needed to dispel my jealousy any way possible.
She stopped at the hall entrance, leaned her petite frame against the wall, a wall I fucked her against, and waited. I knew it was now or never, my mind racing with all the possible scenarios of how this was going to play out. I figured I'd start simple and go from there. "Haven, I'm sorry."
Her eyebrow quirked. "How'd that taste on your tongue, Jude?" She crossed her arms across her breasts, pushing them higher in her low-cut tank top. "Was it bitter? Do you resent those words as much as you do me?" Her gaze narrowed. "Oh, wait, you don't feel anything, do you? I mean, how could you? I was just someone you needed to fix! Well, guess what, I don't need fixing." Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "You can't fix something you’re responsible for breaking!" Her tone hardened and I watched her swallow back her unshed tears. "I don't need you anymore. I never needed you," she seethed.