A SECOND CHANCE AT FOREVER Chapter 95: CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE

KYLE

She didn’t say a word, but the way her fingers clutched the fabric of my shirt told me everything. That she needed this. That she needed me.

Her breath hitched when I slid my hands beneath her shirt, fingertips trailing up her ribcage like I was memorizing the path to her heart. She arched into my touch, her eyes hooded with heat and something deeper.

I kissed my way down her neck, slow and deliberate, taking my time like she was something sacred. Because she was. To me, she always had been.

When I reached the waistband of her panties, I looked up, holding her gaze. “Tell me to stop,” I murmured, even though I prayed she wouldn’t.

She didn't. Instead, she let out a shaky breath and whispered, “Don’t you dare.”

That was all the permission I needed.

I hooked a finger into the edge of her lace and dragged them down her thighs, exposing skin that made my mouth water. I spread her legs slowly, reverently.

“Unless you don't mind your neighbor hearing,you might want to cover your mouth”

That was the only warning she got before I slid a finger between her folds, finding her already wet, already aching.

She gasped, her hips jerking off the bed, but I held her down with a firm hand to her thigh. “So fucking responsive,” I growled, watching the way her body reacted to my every move. I circled her clit with my thumb as I slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them just right until her moan turned into a whimper.

“God, Kyle—”

“I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

I moved lower, dragging my mouth down her stomach, my tongue following the same trail my fingers had taken. Then I buried my face between her thighs, tongue flicking over her clit in slow, teasing strokes before I sucked her into my mouth, hard and greedy.

She cried out, her hands flying to my hair, tugging like she needed something to hold onto—something real. I gave her everything, tongue and fingers working in rhythm, until her thighs trembled and her moans turned into broken gasps of my name.

I could eat Ashley everyday without getting tired. A lot of woman tasted like pineapples.blah blah but Ashley? Tastes like a fuckn pussy

She shattered beneath my tongue, coming apart with a strangled cry that echoed off the bedroom walls. Her legs clamped around my shoulders, her body trembling like a live wire, but I didn’t stop—not right away. I licked her through the aftershocks, tasting every bit of her arousal, like I needed to own it. Own her.

When I finally pulled away, her chest was heaving, her skin slick with sweat, her eyes barely able to stay open.

But I wasn’t done.

I crawled up her body, slow and deliberate, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand as I leaned in close, my forehead pressing against hers.

“Look at me,” I growled.

Her lashes fluttered, and then her gaze locked on mine—vulnerable and daze.

“You think I’m just gonna let you use me and walk away like none of it matters?” My voice was low, dangerous. “You think I’m gonna be your distraction without demanding everything back?”

She tried to turn her head, but I tightened my grip, forcing her to look at me.

“No, Freckles,” I whispered, voice dipping into something darker, something more broken. “You don’t get to shut me out. You don’t get to hide behind sex like I won’t notice you’re falling apart inside.”

Her lips trembled, but she said nothing. She didn’t have to. I saw it—the guilt, the grief, the wall she was trying to rebuild between us. And I hated it.

I leaned down, teeth grazing her jaw. “You don’t get to pretend this is meaningless, because I’ve tasted the truth right off your skin. I’ve heard it in your cries, felt it in your kiss. You still want me.”

My free hand slid between her thighs again, cupping her heat. “And I’m going to remind you just how much.”

Her breath caught, and her eyes went wide—but not from fear. No, it was need. Raw. Hungry. Desperate.

I released her wrists and grabbed her jaw instead, holding her still as I kissed her again, deeper, rougher. There was no pretending now. No lies between us, no hiding.

Just want. Just possession. Just truth.

“I’m not letting you go this time,” I muttered against her lips. “Not until I ruin every part of you that tries to forget me.”

A quick shift in positions and I was inside her, sinking in slowly for both our sakes. Her because she was hypersensitized from her recent orgasm, me because she felt so good I had to grit my teeth

Her breath hitched sharply, nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her in one slow, punishing stroke. My hands clamped around her hips, holding her still as I stayed there for a second, buried deep, savoring the way her body molded around mine like it had been waiting for me.

Like it always had.

Her legs locked around me, and I began to move—each thrust deep, deliberate, like I was trying to bury every unspoken word, every ache I didn’t know how to name. It wasn’t just about lust. It was more. It was everything we didn’t say, every wound we didn’t treat, every emotion we tried to outrun.

I drove into her harder, releasing the frustration from work, the anger I hadn’t voiced, and she took it all—welcomed it—like she needed the chaos just as much as I did. Like she craved it.

She was fire under me—tight, slick, and perfect—and the way her body clung to mine pushed me to the edge faster than I wanted to admit. It was raw. Primal. The kind of connection that stripped you bare and made you forget where the pain ended and the pleasure began.

My climax surged up my spine without warning, ripping through every last shred of control. I gripped her hips, thrusting harder, deeper, until she shattered around me with a hoarse, broken cry that echoed through the room.

Her release dragged mine from me like a trigger being pulled. I spilled into her with a guttural groan, my rhythm faltering as my body gave in completely everything inside me burning and breaking in the best way.

Then silence.

I collapsed over her, breathless and spent, our slick bodies tangled in heat and sweat, heartbeats pounding in the same chaotic rhythm. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. Just rested my forehead against hers, feeling the tremble of her exhales against my cheek, as if her soul had been rattled loose too.

And for a moment, everything else disappeared.

Just her.

Just me.