Page 144 of Lost & Found

I pushed into her—deliciously slow—filling her. She lifted a leg and wrapped it around my back, pulling me closer. Her nails skimmed my back, and I bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel incredible. Just when I think I’ve got it under control,” I murmured against her lips. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

“What part of ruin me did you not understand?”

My body shook from head to toe, and I pulled all the way out before shoving back in. Every delicate, soft, intimate part of her insides caressed my cock, squeezing my goddamn soul from my body. I set a slow, powerful rhythm, fucking her—watching her every move, absorbing her every sound.

“Such a good girl,” I crooned. “Open your eyes for me and look.”

There was a momentary shift as she lifted up on her elbows. “What am I looking at?”

“At how good your cunt is taking me.”

I was seated deep inside her. My thumb moved between her legs, and I dragged it back and forth while she watched. When I pulled back, she moaned my name. Her eyes were glued to the movement. I took my time gliding in and out until both of us were a panting mess of sound, sweat, and sensation.

The next powerful squeeze of her pussy told me she was close. She fell back against the bed and tightened her legs around me.

“Harder, I need it harder,” she moaned. The soft cadence of her voice ran through me. “I’m right there.”

My grip on her hips tightened as she fell apart under me. Her legs shook, and every carnal move, every primal instinct in me screamed that this woman was mine.

Nothing beat watching her unravel. On the next thrust, her heels dug into my ass.

“I love the way you feel.” I ground my hips against hers, thumbing her clit again. Her breath froze, and I knew she was there. “Now be my good girl and come all over my cock, princess.”

“Lev,” she screamed into my shoulder, trying to keep quiet.

The damn needy tone of her voice shattered my control. And if it hadn’t, the way she spasmed around my dick would have. Another ripped cry tore from her throat as she arched into me. Nothing had ever felt as amazing as her tight pussy did.

I needed to claim her for real, to ruin her as she asked. To leave my mark. There was no going back now, not for her, not for me. My grip only tightened on her hips, bruising as I picked up my pace and fucked her into the mattress.

Not a minute later, I let out a strangled moan. My balls drew up tight. I meant to pull out. I honestly did, but it was too late. I christened her inner walls with my cum, painted her like Michelangelo did the goddamn Sistine Chapel. My heart slammed against my ribs as the feeling of pure euphoria pulled me under.

I shuddered, trying to get closer to her, even though it was impossible. I was already buried so deep inside her, there wasn’t a beginning or an end to either of us. Then the realization slammed into me. I wasn’t wearing a condom. Christ. No wonder she’d felt so fucking incredible.

My heart pounded in my chest, sweat dripped from my body to hers. I gasped, trying to get more air into my lungs. I collapsed, panting. She trailed her nails along my back, making me shiver. I pressed up on my elbows and stared down into her face.

Her eyes were still closed. “Well, damn. So that’s what I’ve been missing.”

“Precisely,” I breathed, leaning down to kiss her neck.

She slowly moved her hips up as my cock throbbed inside her pussy. I needed to pull out, but I wasn’t ready. I kissed her closed eyes, loving the way she sighed and clung to my body with her legs. Then reality set in.

I was a dead man.

Fucking her bareback had been reckless, but this? This was way worse. A thousand times worse. I’d crossed the one single line I swore I wouldn’t. The very one I promised her brother more than a dozen times I wouldn’t violate.

For half a second, the weight of it dampened my mood. Then she shifted against me, curling closer. Her fingers slid lazily along my shoulders. A low chuckle escaped my chest before I could stop it.

To hell with the consequences. It shook and resonated deep within my soul. The sensation was as unmistakable as the stars illuminating the night sky, as consistent as the rising sun every day. She wasn’t just my friend, and this wasn’t just sexual attraction.

Isabella Caruso was fucking mine.

It defied explanation or logic, but she made me feel whole. She ran her hand down my arm and uncrossed her legs from around me.

“Lev,” she breathed.

Rolling off her, I was hyper-aware of the sounds of pain as she groaned and the way her body winced. I sat back, my eyes trained between her legs, loving how my cum looked leaking from her, pooling on the sheets beneath her beautiful body.