Slap.
“You’refuckingmine.”
Slap.
“Say it.”
Slap.
“I’myours.”
Grabbing her ass, Felix ran his length between her legs, gliding agonizingly slow through her wetness. When he retreated, another whimper tore from her throat. She needed him inside her, not teasing, not almost, but buried to the fucking hilt. A low growl reverberated through her, the glass panes shaking.
But before he could do it again, he let out a groan, not one of pleasure but of pain.
The sound cut through the haze, and she twisted in his grip to face him.
“Did I tell you to turn around?” he said, grinding his teeth, the words coming out strained.
“You need to lie in bed. You’re hurting,” she said.
Felix’s face had gone pale, eyelids barely staying open. This wasn’t good for him.
Felix tried to push her into the wall again, but she resisted. “Not until I get my fill of you, kitten.”
“You still will,” she said, reaching past him and turning off the shower. Taking his hand, she led him back to the bedroom.
Gently, she helped him lie down, wincing every time he did. The firelight caught every glorious muscle, his gaze so dark it reflected the flames.
Climbing on top of him, she made sure not to put any weight on anywhere that hurt and positioned herself over his erect cock.
“Wait,” he said, gripping her before she could sink down on it. “Wait,” he whispered again. Concern wove through her; had she done something wrong? Was he in pain?
For a moment, he just stared at her, his features brimming with emotion. “You said to tell you when I’m okay.”
Her breath hitched. Was he going to say it?
“I wanted to say I love you. But it’s not?—”
What? He didn’t love her?
“It’s so much more than that.” He swallowed, a single tear slipping down his face. “Avery, you are everything. Everything I want. Everything I need. I can’t even put it into words?—”
He sat up suddenly, his gaze blazing into hers. “I love you. I fuckingloveyou. I will spend every hour,everysecond, making up for the time our souls hadn’t been intertwined.”
All the breath was knocked out of her lungs. He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her reverently,feverishly.With the greed of a man who was insatiable. Sparks lit up her body, igniting a wildfire that utterly consumed her.Heconsumed her. She had to break away for a moment. Had to say it back.
“I love you,” she said. But it didn’t feel nearly enough. Those three little words were incapable of portraying the depth of how much she loved him.
A smile pulled at his lips.“I know you do, little witch,”he said into her mind.
She rolled her eyes, pushing him back on the bed. She kissed down his chest, letting her tongue trace the lines between muscle, tasting him. When she reached his hip, she looked up to find him watching her with an expression that bordered on feral.
“Don’t,” he said, voice raw. “If you put your mouth on me right now, this will be over before it starts.”
The confession sent a thrill through her. Next time, then.
Instead, she came back up and gripped his cock, harder than she probably should. She worked him up and down. The moan he let out was fucking depraved. She wanted so much more. Could listen to that sound on repeat and never get bored.
