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My mind spins until the scenarios are mush, and I can’t think anymore. The bath turns cool, but my body has absorbed all its heat. I towel off and pad back into the room, sliding back under the covers.
My pillow is damp with my earlier tears. My head’s fuzzy, and I give in to the exhaustion that overtakes me.
* * *
Layton
I wake to a pasty, dry mouth and a foggy mind. It’s dark in this room, and I have no idea how long I’ve slept. Turning my head, I see one of Livy’s bare shoulders peeking from under the sheet.
I slide it down enough to know that her shoulder is not all that’s naked, though I’d swear she was dressed when I fell asleep. But I was angry with Bright and just a bit suspicious of the woman at my side. My sister’s words niggled at me, and skepticism easily took root.
I roll into her, a big spoon to her small one, and bend my knees into the crooks of hers, touching her body every place I can. I wrap an arm over her and splay my hand on her flat belly.
“It kills me that I can’t bury myself in you. Need to feel you, Pix.” My words are whispers as I kiss the nape of her neck and down to the point of her exposed shoulder.
She stirs and looks over her shoulder into my eyes. “Layton?”
I back up enough to roll her to her back and drop my head to kiss her collarbone. I fight the pain in my back as I move over her, and push a hand under her shoulder blades, arching her, lifting her tits to my waiting mouth.
I suck hard before taking her nipple between my teeth and biting.
“Oh.” Her voice is gravelly with sleep and husky with want. A hand wraps around my neck, holding me close to her.
I roll my hips instinctively, trying to find her heat. It does nothing for my cock. I’d kill right now to sink inside her, be buried in her, to dissolve into her body.
I move a hand down from circling one of her tits, trailing down her ribs, toying with her belly button. I torture her slowly until I dance my fingers down to her ankle and lift it onto my shoulder. She sucks in a breath. I hold her eyes, still rolling my hips at her core, desperate for my dick to comply. I let my fingers slide back over her calf, around her knee, under her tight thigh, and to her warm heat.
I play at her entrance, teasing her, and stretching out my attempt at seducing her. She lifts her pussy to find my finger.
“I need you inside me. I need your touch, Layton. Please.”
I spear her with one finger, and the look of ecstasy on her face is enough to make a grown man cry as she pushes against me and rides my hand.
“More,” she begs. “I need to be filled by you, overwhelmed by you.”
I pull my finger out slowly, crooking it to provide some friction, and plunge two fingers in hard, fast, and deep. The wet slapping of my hand against her pussy, her keening moans, and my grunts of desire and desperation fill the room like an orchestra.
Her mouth pops open as she closes her eyes, rolling her hips, fighting to get more of me, seeking her pleasure.
I stop my movements and press my thumb to the top of her mound, holding her down. “Look at me, Olivia.”
Her eyes snap open, and her mouth turns down in a frown. I hold her eyes, dragging out of her torturously slow before adding a third finger and twisting as I enter her.
“Why are you here?”
“What?”
“Why. Are. You. Here?” I emphasize my words with thrusts of my fingers deep inside her.
She looks bewildered and stops writhing. Anger replaces her confusion, and no sooner than it does, she slides her ankle off my shoulder and rolls to escape me. She’s fast, but my wingspan is wider, and I trap her in her flight and pin her face down on my bed.
I slide her long hair over one shoulder as she pants and rub my chin where her shoulder and neck meet. I place a kiss there. “Baby, I need to hear you say the words.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, but lifts her ass, seeking me.
I slide my hand under her body, through her lips, and find her clit. She’s so wet and slick, and I want to roar for making her body want me this much.
She lifts enough to masturbate herself against my fingers, rubbing herself back and forth against my hand. I trail kisses down her spine, watching as a shiver ripples down her body while she fights to get her pleasure, to get off.
