Rebirth: Love me Again

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"W-what are you doing?" My voice betrayed me, coming out in a whisper. Why did he always create these awkward tense moments? And why, why did I always fall for them?

His eyes bore into mine, his face so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from him. He licked his lips, the movement drawing my gaze, and when he spoke, his voice was a low, dangerous rumble. "I just wanted to ask . . ."

My breath hitched as he leaned in closer, the faint scent of soap and something distinctly

him

filling the space between us.

"What do you want to eat first?" he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he added, "The food . . . or

me

?"

My thoughts scrambled, my pulse skyrocketing. I was

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this was straight out of one of those cheesy webtoons or novels Lina had shoved at him, but damn . . . why was I falling for it?!

I swallowed hard, my brain screaming for me to push him away, but my body refused to listen. Every inch of me was aware of how close he was, how intoxicatingly dangerous his presence felt.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to glare at him, though I knew the heat rising in my cheeks betrayed me. "You're impossible," I muttered, trying to sound unaffected.

His grin widened, but instead of retreating, he tilted his head closer, his lips just a whisper away.

"I'll take that as '

me

,' then," he said hoarsely.

I closed my eyes, willing my racing heart to calm down. Cole Fay was a walking, talking hazard to my sanity—and damn it, he knew it.

His lips crashed into mine, igniting a wildfire that spread through every inch of my body. The kiss was raw, demanding, and all-consuming. His tongue teased against the seam of my lips before slipping inside, expertly tangling with mine in a rhythm that left me breathless.

Heat coiled low in my belly, a molten ache that I tried desperately to suppress, squeezing my thighs together in a futile attempt to cage the rising desire. But it was no use—he seemed to sense it all, as though my need was written on my skin, tangible in the air between us.

A gasp escaped me as his arms wrapped around my waist, powerful and firm, lifting me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. His hands gripped the curve of my hips, sliding lower to cradle me in a way that sent shivers racing down my spine. My arms instinctively wound around his neck, clinging to him as though he were the only thing keeping me from falling into the abyss he'd created.

I didn't know when I started kissing him back, but I did—fully, desperately, with a hunger I couldn't control. A groan rumbled deep in his chest as our mouths moved together in a wild, unrelenting dance. Every slide of his tongue, every nip of his teeth, sent sparks shooting through me.

The hard press of his cock against my core was undeniable, even through the fabric of our clothes. My breath hitched as he shifted, grinding against me with deliberate, teasing motions that left me trembling. The friction was maddening, a promise of something more that had me teetering on the edge of sanity.

With one fluid motion, he pinned me against the door, his body pressing into mine in a way that made me feel every inch of his strength. His lips broke away from mine, trailing down my jaw to the sensitive skin of my neck.

The sensation was electric—his tongue, his teeth, the faint scrape of stubble as he nipped and soothed, marking a path of fire down to the hollow of my throat.

"C-Cole," I gasped, my head falling back against the door as he moved lower, his mouth hovering over my collarbone before dipping to the curve of my cleavage. Heat radiated from every touch, every kiss, as though he was branding me with his desire.

His hands gripped me tighter, kneading the soft flesh of my butt cheeks, holding me firmly in place as his body continued its relentless rhythm against mine. Each roll of his hips, each deliberate grind, sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, leaving me breathless and aching for more.

I could feel his heart pounding against mine, a steady, powerful beat that matched the wild tempo of my own. His lips found mine again, softer this time, yet no less demanding. The tenderness of the kiss was almost my undoing, a stark contrast to the intensity of his movements.

I clung to him, lost in the storm of sensation, my body betraying me with every shiver, every gasp, every involuntary arch into him. He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin, and I knew—he could feel it too. The desire for each other was so strong it was maddening.

Every barrier between us felt like an insult to what we both craved, but for now, even through the layers of fabric, he owned me. And the worst part? I wanted him to.

This was dangerous. I knew it—felt it in the way every nerve in my body screamed both warning and surrender. And yet, despite the alarm bells ringing in my mind, I had no intention of stopping him. The effect he had on me was overwhelming, consuming. I didn't want him to stop—couldn't bear for him to stop.

Just as his lips brushed against my neck, a sharp sound pierced through the haze.

~TuUuUtT!~

We froze, both of us gasping for breath as the oven timer blared, breaking the spell that had wrapped itself around us. The food he'd been cooking was done.

Perfect timing. Or perhaps the worst.

I was still panting, struggling to catch my breath and regain control over my runaway emotions, when Cole gently set me back on my feet. His hands lingered on my waist for a moment, steadying me before he finally stepped away.