Page 62 of Glass Wings

My hips buck in anticipation. It’s been so long.

I’ve seen his body enough times to know he’s beautiful, but I can never help myself when he hovers above me—my eyes raced to take every inch of him in. Body tense with desire, wide shoulders, rippling muscles, and tattooed skin covered in a light sheen of sweat … all at my disposal.

His cock is big, thick and pulsing, as it lies between us, brushing my pussy but not giving either of us any satisfaction.

“I’m going to expect you to make good on that promise.”

“I’ll do my best.” He chuckles, crawling back down my body and trailing kisses as he goes. “You’ve got the sweetest pussy, Little Bird.” He dives in for a taste, his tongue pushing between my lips.

“Please, Easton, I need your cock.”

His mouth moves higher, leaving another trail of kisses as he climbs over me. My hip bone, my lower belly, my ribs, everywhere he can touch. He continues until he’s winding himself between my thighs, before he takes the hardened nub of my right breast between his teeth and gently tugs.

Warmth blooms through me; my fingers driving into his hair. I hold on for my own sanity, and because I never want to let go. My eyes nearly roll back into my head when he presses his cock to my center again.

“Easton, please.”

“I’ve got you, Little Bird.”

“Then take me already.”

He gazes down at me, eyes softening as time seems to freeze.

“I love you,” I whisper again.

“I love you more,” he whispers back, pressing a soft kiss to my swollen lips.

Easton begins to nudge his cock inside me. Slow because it’s our first time since the baby, and I’m not expecting him to feel so big. He spreads me, inch by torturous inch. My mouth opens on a moan, on the perfect, blissful, pained pleasure, as he works himself into my body.

I release a shattering breath when he finally fills me. I’m full, so full I’m gasping short, desperate sounds I can’t control. Easton’s hand flexes, and he cups my hand, fingers digging into my hair.

Our hearts mesh as he eases our lips back together; barely brushing, our breaths rasping together. He presses up onto one elbow and begins to move, taking me in a way he’s never done before. It makes me feel beautiful and whole for the first time in months.

“Do you have any idea how good this feels?” he murmurs, lips brushing my forehead. “Your pussy is hugging my cock so perfectly. I could live inside you forever,” he grunts.

“I’m yours forever, East.”

He picks up a reckless rhythm, and I claw at his back. He takes me hard. Desperate. The two of us, rekindling a fire that was put out by the toll of life. Pleasure flicks at the edges of my sight, and it only grows brighter with each thrust of his hips.

“It’s so good. So good. You’re so good,” I mumble into his skin, inhaling his scent as I press a soft kiss to his neck.

He drives deeper, harder, faster.

I gasp and whimper and beg. Then, I fall apart. I shatter in his arms, trembling around him as he jerks above me. Every muscle in his rugged, gorgeous body flexes as he grunts my name.

He shifts us onto our sides, so we’re facing each other in the dim light. I pray for Quinn to sleep until 3:00 A.M. so that I can stay wrapped in this bliss just a little bit longer. I need to.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Thirty-Two

HARLEY

It’s been a year since Quinn came into the world too soon. A year since I thought I would lose her before I ever really had her. And now? Now she’s one. Strong, too loud, and stubborn in ways that already remind me of her father.

Her dark hair has started to curl at the ends, soft wisps framing her round cheeks. Her eyes, Easton’s eyes, ocean blue and endless, light up when he walks into a room. She’s already learned how to say “Dada,” and the way Easton melts every single time she babbles it makes me fall in love with him all over again.

She’s a total daddy’s girl.