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“Lean back,” I murmured, and she fell back on her elbows, opening her thighs to me.
An almost smile played over her kiss-swollen lips. That she could take these moments in the center of the insanity of our lives proved how far we’d come.
I’d protect what we had until my last breath.
I pushed her up the bed, yanking the pillows underneath her head. Then I lowered my head to her breast again and trailed my tongue over the tip, drawing slow circles that made her squirm. First one, then the other. Cupping them together, I rubbed in the moisture with my thumbs and nibbled at her mouth, whispering, “Watch.”
After releasing her breasts, I trailed my hands down her sculpted torso, amazed as always that those strong muscles quivered at my touch. Her occasional quivers turned to a full-out tremble when I reached her panties. I nudged aside the panel of lace between her thighs and spread apart her legs, making the room I needed.
Holding her gaze, I plunged.
Heat enclosed me, a silky, soaked fist. Gripping me tightly until I couldn’t stand another second of staying still. I needed to move. To take more. To feel every part of her open to me, accept me. Invite me deeper while her eyes grew wider and the darkness of her pupils ate away the brown rims.
I drove forward, cursing at the panties that limited my range of movement. I wasn’t used to having anything in the way of her gorgeous pussy. I rubbed my thumb over the thin strip of wet dark hair, dropping lower to tease her clit, and she gasped and threw back her head, breaking the visual link between us.
But only for a moment. Once she caught her breath, her gaze returned to mine, then lowered to between her legs, where I was slowly sliding in and out. Going deeper with each pass, collecting her wetness farther and farther up my cock until it gleamed. Swiveling my hips to make sure I left no part of her untouched. The bit of lace constricted me, adding a layer of tightness at the base of my length when I bottomed out inside her. And when I grew tired of being careful with it, with her, I hiked up her thighs around my waist and reveled in the rending of the material.
“Knew that was gonna happen,” she mumbled, and I laughed, still caught in the euphoria that being inside her brought. I fisted my hand in the scraps of her panties and drew them up to my nose, enjoying the way she flushed while she watched me.
I’d taken her places she’d never been before, just like she’d taken me. That was the gift that we’d given each other.
She reached up to cup her breasts, her nails dragging over the sensitive points, and this time I was the one who had to gasp. She tightened around me, the satin of her pussy fitting me like a glove built for my cock. Pulsing her hips against mine, she moved her leg from around my hip to my shoulder and arched her back, opening herself up in a way that encouraged me to thrust exactly how I craved.
Hard, without apology. Knowing she’d be there every step of the way, begging for more.
I bent her leg close to her chest and drove in deep, forcing our chests together until our noses bumped and our mouths brushed. Pumping into her again and again, waiting for that telltale spasm that told me she was close, as close as I was. Her gaze was fever-bright, those tears slipping free again, but I knew they weren’t from sadness. Now they were release. Relief.
Because at least in this moment, there were no secrets. Nothing held back. I was stripped to her, and she was stripped to me. And it was fucking heartbreakingly perfect.
Even when the sweat dripped into my eyes, I pressed on. I needed her to come. She was throbbing around me, her flesh swollen and slick, and the drumbeat between my legs sounded in my head like a heartbeat. I wanted nothing more than to spill myself inside her, then bend down to lick her clean. To taste what we’d made together.
“Tray,” she cried out, digging her nails into my shoulders. My back. Those scratches made me thicken even more. I needed her to mark me. “Come with me.”
She didn’t have to ask twice.
My hips pistoned forward and I buried my face in the thick ribbons of her hair. Lost in her familiar clean scent, I surged into her again and again as I emptied myself, clutching her to me as if she was the only thing I needed to live.
She was my life.
13
Mia
Wrapped around him, pulse still racing, breaths choppy and chaotic, I finally heard what he’d said at the table over our for
gotten meal.
“They want me to fight.”
He didn’t lift his head from my hair, but his body turned rigid. His cock twitched inside me with the aftershocks even as tension overtook him. His weight on top of me shifted from pleasant to oppressive.
Bracing a fist on the pillow beside our heads, he raised his torso and caught my chin. “Say no.”
His eyes were begging me. He didn’t want me to fight. To go back to the place that called me like a siren, like a lover I’d turned my back on because I’d sworn to everyone I would.
That wasn’t supposed to be my dream. The only problem was no one had convinced me of that yet. I definitely hadn’t managed to convince myself.
“They want me to fight,” I said again. If I had to repeat it one hundred more times for it to make sense, then I would. “Why am I supposed to care?”
