THIRD PERSON'S POV:
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The moment the apartment door clicks shut behind them, the world outside—the rain, the city, the seven years of silence—ceases to exist.
There is only the heat radiating between them and the desperate, starving need that has been simmering for nearly a decade.
Keifer doesn't even let her reach for the light switch. He pins her against the door with a heavy thud, his body a solid wall of muscle and heat that traps her completely.
His mouth crashes onto hers again, but this time it's different. The desperation has shifted into something predatory, something focused and consuming.
Jay moans, her hands scrambling to find purchase, clutching the lapels of his expensive blazer before sliding up to tangle frantically in his hair.
She pulls him closer, wanting to erase every millimeter of space between them. Her tongue dances with his in a feverish rhythm, tasting the salt and the hunger, mirroring the way her heart is hammering against her ribs.
Keifer's hands are everywhere at once. One palm slides up from her waist to cup her jaw, his thumb pressing firmly into her cheek to tilt her head back, deepening the kiss until she's gasping for air.
His other hand slides down, gripping the curve of her hip and hoisting her up.
Jay instinctively wraps her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back. The friction of their bodies meeting—the hard press of his erection against her center—sends a jolt of pure electricity through her spine.
She lets out a sharp, needy whimper into his mouth, a sound that seems to snap the last thread of Keifer's restraint.
"God, Jay," he growls against her lips, his voice a ruined, gravelly wreck. "You have no idea... no fucking idea what it's been like. Seeing you. Not being able to touch you. Wanting to rip the world apart just to get you back."
He breaks the kiss to trail a path of searing heat down her neck. He doesn't just kiss her; he marks her.
His teeth graze the sensitive skin of her shoulder, sucking a bruise into existence that will serve as a reminder of his claim. Jay throws her head back, her eyes fluttering shut, her breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches.
"Keifer... please," she whimpers, though she doesn't know what she's asking for—only that the tension is becoming unbearable.
He doesn't stop. He carries her toward the bedroom, their lips meeting in bruising, hungry intervals. He never lets her feet touch the ground.
Every few steps, he stops to devour her mouth again, his hands sliding under her blazer, feeling the silk of her blouse and the warmth of the skin beneath.
When they hit the mattress, they collapse together in a tangle of limbs and luxury. Keifer is over her in an instant, his weight a welcome pressure that grounds her.
He rips his blazer off, tossing it carelessly across the room, his eyes dark with a possessive intensity that makes Jay's core ache.
He looks at her—really looks at her—and for a moment, the lust is eclipsed by a raw, bleeding vulnerability.
"I'm never letting you go again," he whispers, his voice trembling. "I'll spend every second of the rest of my life making up for every tear you cried because of me."
Jay reaches up, cupping his face, pulling him down for a kiss that is slower, deeper, and filled with an agonizing amount of love. "Just... show me," she breathes. "Show me how much you care Keifer...."
The shift is instantaneous. Keifer's hands move to the buttons of her blouse, his fingers trembling slightly but determined.
As the fabric parts, exposing her lace bra and the pale, shivering skin of her chest, he lets out a low, guttural sound of approval.
He descends on her breasts with a hunger that is almost violent, his tongue swirling around her nipples through the lace, teasing them into hard peaks.
Jay arches her back, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.
The sensation is overwhelming—the contrast of his rough palms against her soft skin, the heat of his breath, the way he worships every inch of her as if she were a goddess he had finally reclaimed from the heavens.
His hand slides down, navigating the waistband of her pants, pushing the fabric aside to find the damp heat waiting for him. When his fingers first make contact, Jay lets out a loud, unrestrained cry, her hips bucking instinctively against his hand.
"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, a smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes remain burning.
"Still mine. Even after all this time... you're still mine."
"Always," she gasps, her voice breaking. "I was always yours, you arrogant bastard."
He laughs, a dark, seductive sound, before sliding two fingers deep inside her.
Jay's world shatters into a thousand shards of pleasure. He knows exactly how to touch her—the angle, the pressure, the rhythm—because he spent years memorizing her body.
He drives her toward the edge with a ruthless precision, his thumb circling her clitoris in a way that makes her vision blur.
As she nears the peak, Keifer quickly strips away the rest of their clothes, their skin finally meeting without any barriers.
The feel of him—hot, hard, and pulsing—against her thigh makes Jay lose all coherence. She pulls him closer, guiding him to the entrance of her heat.
He pauses for one heartbeat, staring into her eyes, seeking permission and giving devotion. When she nods frantically, he plunges into her in one deep, devastating stroke.
Jay screams his name, her eyes flying open as she feels herself being filled completely. It isn't just physical; it's an emotional homecoming.
The fullness is intoxicating, a reclamation of everything they had lost.
Keifer groans, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his body shaking with the effort of not losing control immediately. He begins to move—slowly at first, savoring the tight, wet grip of her body around him—before the pace accelerates into something primal.
The bed frames creaks under the force of their union. Every thrust is a confession; every gasp is a forgiveness. They move together in a frantic, desperate dance, their sweat-slicked skin sliding against one another. Jay wraps her arms and legs around him, locking him in, refusing to let a single inch of space return between them.
"I love you," he pants, his movements becoming faster, harder. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
"I love you too Keifer! OH GOD!!!! DON'T STOP!!!" she cries out, her voice echoing through the quiet apartment.
The climax hits them simultaneously—a violent, crashing wave that leaves them both breathless and shattered. Jay clings to him as the ripples of pleasure wash over her, while Keifer collapses against her, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her own.
For a long time, neither of them moves. They stay locked together, breathing in each other's scent, the silence of the room filled only by the sound of their receding gasps and the steady tap of the London rain against the glass.
Keifer pulls back just enough to kiss her forehead, his eyes soft and brimming with a tenderness that would terrify anyone who knew the billionaire menace.
"Welcome home, Jay," he whispers.
"I'm home," she sighs, closing her eyes and finally letting go of the last seven years...
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Hey Readerssss
I know I know you all must be pretty pissed that I left you all hanging for more than a week and you probably want to beat the shit out of me but REMEMBER I was already hurt so show a bit of mercy....peace!?✌🏻
So yeah I was in a bit of a messy situation and that's why I couldn't upload but good news is that I have started on the new book and sad news is that this book is gonna be ending soon!!!
Thank you all for supporting even though sometimes I get on your nerves hehe!!but still I lovee yaaa all sooo much🫂🫂💗💗
~nsaw