"I need you as much."
He nuzzled into my hair, f**king me slow and easy.
"I'm just as obsessed.
Why can't you trust me?" I squeezed my eyes shut, hot tears leaking out.
"I don't understand you.
You're tearing me apart."
He turned his head and his teeth sank into the top of my shoulder.
A pained growl rumbled through his chest and I felt him coming, his c*ck jerking as it pumped me full of scorching semen.
His jaw relaxed, releasing me.
He panted, his h*ps still churning.
"Your letter gutted me."
"You won't talk to me .
you won't listen ."
"I can't."
He groaned, his arms tightening around mine so that I was completely at his mercy.
"I just .
It has to be this way."
"I can't live like this, Gideon."
"I'm hurting, too, Eva.
It's killing me, too.
Can't you see that?" "No."
I cried, my pillow growing wet beneath my cheek.
"Then stop overthinking and feel it! Feel me."
The night passed in a blur.
I punished him with greedy hands and teeth, my nails raking over sweat-slick skin and muscle until he hissed in pleasured pain.
His lust was frantic and insatiable, his need tinged with a desperation that frightened me because it felt hopeless.
It felt like good-bye.
"Need your love," he whispered against my skin.
"Need you."
He touched me everywhere.