Page 90 of Head Over Heels


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Her nails raked down his back, digging into his skin.

He pounded into her. Harder and faster, with a determination that made his vision blur. His whole world narrowed down to how she felt clasped around him.

Her body quickened. Her legs clenched around his hips.

He took her harder, leaning down and saying in her ear, “I want to feel you come on my cock. I’ve been waiting for it since the second I saw you.”

Her hips moved wildly. There was no choreographing here, no skill; no, this was just primal, animalistic sex. A claiming, so he called it what it was.

“Your pussy is mine.” He bit her neck. “You’re mine.”

She jerked and seized and convulsed around him. He growled, losing himself in her body, in her taste, in the grip of her legs and pierce of her nails on his skin. He came in a blinding, heart-stopping rush that consumed his entire body, shuddering through him as he emptied inside her.

The aftershocks still racing through his blood, he collapsed on top of her in a heap.

Hearts pounding, breath panting, they stayed like that for God knew how long, until reality finally drifted back and he realized he must be crushing her. He rolled over onto his back, taking her with him so she sprawled on top of his chest. He blinked up at the sky.

A million stars twinkled in the inky blackness, and he ran his fingers up and down her spine. “We’re on the ground.”

She laughed. “I know.”

“That was . . .” He trailed off, not knowing the words to adequately describe it.

She propped her arms on him and rested her chin on her hands to peer at him. “That was . . .”

“The best ever.”

“Times a thousand.”

He chuckled. “I think you’re underselling it.”

Lips swollen, she smiled at him and stole his very breath. He put an arm behind his head to prop it up and see her better. Her hair was a tumble around her shoulders, and he pushed it back with his fingers. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Her smile grew. “Thank you.”

“I am going to do filthy things to you.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.” He rubbed his thumb in the indentation at the back of her neck. “I think you should know my goal is to ruin you for anyone else.”

She grinned. “Same.”

Christ. By the time they were through, she was going to own him.

Maybe she already did.

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