With one last long, satisfying lick, I finally release her thighs. I strip out of my loincloth and climb on top of her, the heat of her body radiating across my skin, and she parts her thighs for me once more, a sweet, seductive invitation I’ve denied myself for far too long.
“Okay?” I ask, tracing my thumb across her cheek.
She smiles up at me, her eyes alight with pleasure.
“Still trust me, then? Despite the torture?”
West laughs, her whole body alive with it. “Fornow, Professor Peepshow. Don’t push your luck.”
I kiss her again, soft and deep, then lower my mouth to her breasts, gently sucking one nipple, then the other. My hand drifts between her thighs, and I slide a finger inside her, slowly removing the vibrator. I drag it through her arousal, then tease it over her back entrance, gently working it inside the tight hole.
“Tell me how it feels,” I whisper, giving the vibrator a bit more power.
“It feels… It’s feels so fucking good, Rook. Like everything inside me is just… on fire.” She moans beneath me, her heartbeat kicking up again. “I don’t know how you made something so completely perfect.”
“Because I’ve been watching you, West. How you move with Jude and Augustine. What makes you shudder and gasp when they touch you.” I line the head of my aching cock up with her entrance. “I knowexactlywhat your body wants. Exactly how to coax out every last bit of your pleasure.”
She bites her lip and arches her hips and digs her nails into my forearms and I drive into her with the force of everything I’ve been holding back, everything I feel for her, every last hope and dream and fear and desire.
I’m not one to claim ownership, but the moment I’m inside her, I feel it.
Mine.
It’s as though some deeply buried part of my soul suddenly resurfaces and snaps into place, connecting me to her, overwhelming me with a sense of pure rightness.
The word echoes through me with every beat of my heart.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I want my handprints on her ass, my bite on her shoulder, my cum dripping down her thighs, filling her soft pussy.
Mine.
The vibrator buzzes in her ass, radiating against my cock, urging me to fuck her harder, faster. I steal another kiss, swallowing her moans, her breath, the sound of my name on her lips. I kiss her neck, her shoulder, biting into her flesh. I grip her ass and drive in harder, only wanting more of her. All of her.
Everything.
She wraps her legs around my waist, angling to take me in deeper, arching her hips to meet my every thrust.
“Westlyn,” I growl. “Fuck, you feel…” I let the words die, knowing they won’t do any justice to what I’m feeling.
Forcing myself to slow my thrusts, I look into her eyes one more time, and my heart damn near bursts with the force of everything I feel for her.
For a brief instant, everything goes still and silent. West brushes her fingertips along my scruffy jaw, and a tear slides down her cheek.
“I love you, Rook Van Doren,” she says. “More than all the pages in all the books in your library.”
Fuck, it’s everything, that declaration. Absolutely everything. And now, even if I had the words to do justice to my feelings, I wouldn’t be able to form them. They’d only get tangled up inside.
She’s still smiling at me, still touching my face.
Auggie may be the photographer, but I don’t need a camera to remember this shot. I will never forget it.
The moment passes, and I move inside her again, everything in me wound tight, my muscles bunching, my cock throbbing, my balls heavy with the need to come.
I slide a hand between us, fingers slipping over her clit, the vibrator sending waves of pleasure through us both, her body pulsing around me, hot and slick as it clenches my cock, and once again, I push her right to the very precipice.
And this time, I let her fall.
