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her hair away from her face. How could he just appear with no word or warning, literally three hours since she last spoke to him and demanded to know why she was wearing that dress. She frowned at him and took a step forward. He leaned down to her ear, and bit her lobe softly.
    "There is one good thing about this dress I suppose." Grabbing her hand he pulled her harshly down the street. Passing drunken students throwing up on the pavement, she felt bile rise to her throat but managed to swallow it back. He grabbed her and pulled her down an abandoned alleyway. Reaching the end, so that they were in complete darkness, he kissed her, allowing his tongue entrance they locked in a passionate embrace.
    He lifted her slightly so that she could wrap her legs around his waist, and he skimmed the dress up to her hips with his fingers and pulled at her lace thong. Ripping it in his fingers, she bit hard on his bottom lip and pulled it back slowly and a low growl escaped from her.
    "I missed you," he muttered as he licked up her neckline, biting softly on her earlobe then kissing away the pain. Pushing her up against the hard brick wall, he unzipped his fly from his tailored trousers and pushed deeply into her. Dipping his head and flattening his palms against the brick wall, she held up her own weight.
    Connor made her cry out in intense pleasure, Amber bit down on his neck, sucking and softly moaning, building the moment between them. He increased his pace, pushing into her, with hard thrusts, hitting her sweet spot every time. The release was definite she could feel it.
    His thumb moved towards her and played with the soft nerves, softly stroking and rubbing in circles.
    "This, dress, Amber, I've told you what it does to me," he moaned into her ear. "I have to fuck you." His breathing was heavy against her ear and he missed the feel of her on him. He locked his eyes with hers, as sweat began to form on them both. He lifted her again slightly and matched his mouth with hers. Their tongues entwined and became a pace increaser, as he became rough.
    She moaned into his mouth each time he pushed inside her, there was always a reason alcohol and sex matched.
    "Amber, I'm close," he growled and she cupped his face in her hands.
    Locking gazes at him, she agreed, "Me too. I need this."
    He nodded in approval and increased his pace once more. He pushed hard and fast and she felt the build up from within her. She could feel her heart rate increase every second, desperate for this release. The fireworks begin to explode in her body, every spark being ignited among her blood.
    "Now," he growled against her neck and came hot and heavy inside her. He could feel her insides tighten around him, and her body shuddered in pleasure. He pulled away to look at her, the beauty before him. Their breaths were white fogs in the cold Leeds air, but their bodies remained heated and flush against each other.
    The moment she felt him withdraw from her she felt cold and empty – just like how he had left her before. Was this how it was going to be now? The moment he took away his touch was she going to feel this desolate inside? She didn’t want to endure this feeling for the next few months because even she knew the suffering would kill her. She didn’t want to feel this eternally low. That wasn’t her. Amber Watson didn’t wallow like this. She was strong and bubbly, always ready to throw a smile someone’s way. However, Connor enraged her negative emotions, made her body crave him like a drug. He was perfect for her, but yet so bad for health all at once.
    Her head fell forward as her heart throbbed for him. He was here, but not for long. She knew that, her mind knew that, her heart knew it too. It just didn’t stop that strong pain from stabbing through her beating heart like a cold, icy dagger.
    “Amber,” Connor’s voice was soft, so different from when he was buried deep in her. The power was gone, it was just emotion now. “I’m so sorry. Sorry