“That's my good girl,” I groan, thinking it might be time to unleash my clit. “So beautiful when you come. Love watching you fall apart beneath me.”
I thrust through her orgasm, drawing it out until she's sobbing my name, and then I follow her over, letting those nubs touch me so I instantly crack and shatter with her. The sensation shuddering through me is a concentrated lesson innot falling over,even though I swear I no longer know which way is up and which is down. All I have is her voice to guide me back to bed.
Where I’m still with her. WhereI,Wren, made her come more than she has before.
That primal satisfaction only makes me want to do itone more fucking time.
“Again,” I growl, starting to move before she's even finished shaking.
“Wren—”
“You can.” I fall over, finally, pulling her on top of me. “Ride me, angel. Show me how much you love it.”
She does, and it's the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen. Edie, unleashed and uninhibited, taking her pleasure with me as the willing conduit. She starts slowly, grinding down on me. Her hands brace against my chest, fingers digging into my skin as she picks up the pace.
“That’s it, angel," I encourage, my hands gripping her hips to guide her movements. “Ride me into the sunset. Show me how much you love it.”
“Fuck, yes.” Her head falls back, her mouth open, and her hair falling free around her shoulders. “Hot damn, this is the hottest thing ever.”
“Imagine my view,” I growl, thanking my lucky Christmas star thatthisis what I get to see during the dourest months of the year. “Made for me. You were made for me, angel.”
She rides harder, chasing her pleasure, and I've never seen anything more erotic. Her body bounces with each movement, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, her entire soul ablaze as she takes what’s rightfully hers—me.
“Touch yourself,” I command. “I wanna watch you get yourself off.”
Her hand slides between us, finding her clit. “I’m…”
“Come for me, angel. Bless me with your beauty.”
When she comes for the third time, screaming my name, I'm right there with her, making her mine as much as I am hers. As she collapses forward against me, I keep her hips pressed against mine, making sure she doesn’t accidentally escape.
“That's it,” I whisper in her ear. “Look at me. Don’t you forget this moment, angel.” She’ll remember me tomorrow, next year, the rest of her life… if I have anything to say about it.
She whimpers against my neck, her whole body shuddering.
When I finally move her, I quickly press my hand between her legs, helping her come down from the highest high she’ssurelyexperienced tonight. Maybe my touch can help her feel more connected with herself. With us. With a moment I’m still in disbelief has happened. “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me,” I mutter into her ear, and she shivers at my possessive touch.
We collapse together, sweaty and sated. I pull her close against me, her back to my chest, my arm wrapped around her waist. For now.
“Stay,” I say into the darkness. “Tonight. Forever, for all I care.”
“That’s fast.”
“That’s me being sure.” I pull her against me. “I know what I want. Do you?”
She’s quiet for a moment. Then, “I want you. I want this. I want to stop pretending to be someone I’m not.”
“Then stay.”
“Okay.”
It’s that simple. That complicated. My phone buzzes with messages from my family, but I ignore them all. The only thing that matters is the woman in my arms, marked by my heart, choosing me over everything else.
Nick was right about one thing… I do want what he had. But not totakeit from him.
But to show Edie how she should have been treasured all along.
Chapter 7
