Page 21 of And Then There Was Us (And The There Was 2)

“I can feel you,” I cried out as a sharp burst of pleasure slammed into me. He lifted his gaze from my mouth and looked into my eyes, his pupils dilating right in front of me, the brown of his irises nearly completely swallowed by the blackness of his pupils.

“Can you feel how hard you make me?” He lifted his hips again, and I nodded.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“You see what you do to me?” His hand tightened on my ass. “I’ve never been this hard in my fucking life, never even imagined my cock could hurt like this.”

He leaned in even closer so that our lips were a hairbreadth away. With my breasts pressed against his hard chest, my nipples beading painfully and scraping against my bra and shirt, I was so close to going over the edge.

“Come on, baby,” he urged. “Give me what we both want.”

I stared into his eyes, unable to look away, as if he willed me to hold his gaze as I went over that edge of pleasure. Desire built inside me, starting between my legs and shooting outward. God, I was going to come.

“Yeah,” he purred. “That’s it. That’s so fucking it, Korrie.”

There was no way I could stop this. No way I wanted to.

“Bishop?” I said his name questioningly as I felt that ecstasy rise so fast I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Oh. My. God.

I heard this sound surround me—dual, rough, and almost painful sounds—and realized they came for Bishop and me.

As I came.

As he drew pleasure from the fact that I got off right on top of him.

I came so hard the world spun, stars dancing right in front of my eyes, and all I could do was clutch onto Bishop and keep rocking back and forth. And the whole time, he stared right into my eyes, his expression staying fierce, stoic.

And that turned me on even more.

“Oh, Bishop,” I cried out. “It keeps going.” I gasped and moaned, shook atop him, and parted my lips to suck in breath.

It felt like an eternity before the pleasure dimmed enough I felt sane once more.

“Sweet. Fucking. Jesus, Korrie.”

My face felt hot at the sight of Bishop watching me, at how intense his expression was. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He groaned right before he slammed his lips on mine, giving me even more of that potent pleasure that was already exploding out of me.

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Bishop

I thought I was a controlled, sane man. I always thought nothing could ever bring me to my knees.

I thought I was stronger than my emotions.

How fucking wrong I’d been.

Korrie changed all of that, made all rational thoughts leave me. Just the very idea of another man even looking at her had me flying into pure rage. She was mine, not as a possession, but as the only person I wanted tied to my life forever. Irrevocably.

I kissed her brutally, our lips clashing together. I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t want to. Not when I finally had Korrie in my arms, knowing where this night was headed.

I won’t let her go after tonight. I can’t.

All I could think of was one thing. Mine. All I could feel was one thing. Love.

“Korrie,” I moaned against her lips. “God… the things you do to me. The things I want to do to you… want with you.”

“Do them,” she murmured in return. “Do them all, Bishop.”

Fuck. She can’t say that to me and expect me to have any semblance of control.

I rose then, a surprised gasp leaving her at the sudden movement. Her legs were wrapped around my waist now, her arms around my neck as she held on, as she let me fuck her mouth with mine.

“Korrie,” I groaned, wanting to lay her on the couch because the bedroom seemed miles away. I wanted to do everything and anything to her right now.

Before I could think about it anymore, I was striding to my room. Once inside, I didn’t bother with shutting the door, didn’t turn on the fucking lights. I just laid her in the center of my king-size bed and took a step back, staring at her, memorizing every single lush inch of her. Her hair was fanned out along my pillow, her body looking tiny amid the huge mattress. I ran a hand over my jaw, inhaling, trying to gather control. All I wanted to do was rip off our clothes and devour her.

“I need you to take your clothes off, baby. If I do it, I’ll end up shredding them.”

She was breathing harder as she rose, lifting shaky hands to her pants and popping the button. Korrie pulled the zipper down and then wiggled, shifting on the mattress and shimmying out of them, tossing them to the floor. My throat tightened when she went for her shirt, taking that off easily and letting it join the jeans on the ground. I never once took my eyes off her face, and she never once stopped looking at me.

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