Page 116 of Tessa and Nash

“Nash,” she gasps, trembling beneath me, a sound that sends a thrill through my spine.

I press my mouth against her, lowering further, the heat of her body setting my pulse on fire.

My tongue finds the delicate skin of her inner thighs, and I take my time, tracing every inch with agonizing slowness, savoring how she trembles at the sensation. She shivers, her legs parting instinctively, urging me closer, silently begging me to do more. I hear her breath catch, the moan that escapes her lips a sound I crave more than anything else.

I tease her slowly and relentlessly.

Her hands find my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as she presses her hips up, desperate for more. The sound of her voice, her need, drives me wild, and I answer it, pushing deeper, tasting her with a hunger that takes over my every sense.

She moans, a broken whisper against my skin. "Nash, please."

Her hips lift off the couch, her body begging for release, and I give her what she wants, what she needs, my mouth completely devouring her. She comes apart against me with a soft cry, her body tightening as the tremor of her release shakes through her.

I don’t stop.

I hold her there, let her ride the wave of pleasure, feeling every pulse of her body, every breathless, shuddering moan. I pull away just long enough to look up at her, my lips brushing against hers, still trembling with the need to be inside her.

The room is thick with the sound of her breath, quick and shallow, her hands grasping at me, pulling me closer. I can feel the fire in her, the way her body is still trembling beneath my hands.

I pull away just enough to see her face, flushed with desire, her chest heaving with each breath. She’s trembling, her eyes still heavy with the aftermath of her release, and I can’t help but lose myself in the way she looks at me. The hunger in her matches mine, the fire still burning between us.

Without a second thought, I move back up, my hands framing her face, my thumb brushing over her parted lips before I kiss her again.

I’m trying to steal the very breath from her.

She gasps into my mouth, and I can taste the remnants of her, feel the heat of her skin against mine. Her hands find my chest again, fingers pressing into me as if to pull me even closer, her body pushing up to meet mine, demanding more, needing more.

I can’t get close enough. I lean into her, my chest pressing against hers, fueling the need that’s been building inside me. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, pulling me down onto her, making me feel the soft pressure of her body against mine. It’s impossible to ignore the way she fits perfectly.

We were made for this, for each other.

Her lips part against mine as she shudders beneath me, and I deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping inside her mouth in a slow, possessive exploration. The taste of her drives me wild, and I feel the tension building again, need surging through me, hotter, sharper. My hands slide down her back, gripping her hips, pulling her closer until I can feel every inch of her pressed against me.

I slide my hands up to her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, my grip firm as I position myself above her. The moment I make contact, the tip of me brushes against her, a shock of electricity passing between us, both of us gasping in unison. She arches up into me, desperate, urging me closer, and I can’t resist.

The invitation in her movement is undeniable, a silent command, and I’m lost in it.

I push in slowly, teasing her, testing the tension in our bodies, inch by inch. The heat of her surrounds me, tight and wet, and it’s almost too much to handle.

But I hold back, barely. I move just enough to make her breathe faster, to make her twitch beneath me. My groan is low, guttural, and it mixes with the sound of her breath as she lets out a whimper, her fingers gripping my back, pulling me closer.

Her body is a battleground, her hips rising to meet mine with every inch I give, and I can feel the urgency in her every movement. I can feel her need, the way her body shakes beneath me, and I know she wants more. She needs more. So I give it to her.

I thrust, slow but deep, each movement intense, and the sounds of her moaning, her gasps, only fuel the fire between us. Her legs hook around my waist, her heels digging into my back as she pulls me in closer, tighter, urging me to take her completely.

I can feel her pulse, her body reacting, tightening around me as if it’s trying to pull me deeper. It’s impossible to stay in control. I growl low, the tension in my body snapping as I give in to the rhythm, the pace growing faster, harder.

I’m losing myself, but there’s more… darker in the way she moves, the way she pulls at me, commanding me to take more. The need for control, for dominance, mixes with the way she’s offering herself so freely, and I know I can’t back down.

The pace quickens, and I feel her hands dig into my skin, nails scraping, making her mark on me. She’s desperate, and it makes my blood run hot.

“Nash… I need you,” she whispers, breathless plea, and I hear the edge of desperation in it.

The kind of desperate need that makes me lose my last thread of restraint. The way she says my name, as a command, begging me to break her, to give her everything. The way her body moves, bucking against mine, urging me to take her harder, deeper, drives me to the brink.

I move faster, pushing her limits, feeling her body respond, each thrust sending us both higher, making her gasp, making her moan in that perfect, desperate way. Her body is tight, slick, and I feel every inch of her wrapping around me, claiming me, just as much as I’m claiming her.

I can feel her, feel the way she’s close, her body trembling, the way her hands clutch at my skin, as if she’s trying to hold on, but it’s not enough. I pull back, just slightly, teasing her with the control I have over her release, and she lets out a frustrated cry, her hips moving, trying to chase the feeling of me. I watch her, her face flushed with need, her eyes wild, and I can’t wait any longer. I drive into her again, harder, faster, each thrust an answer to her desperate cries.