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“Oh,” I somehow manage to say.
He slips on a condom and repositions himself between my legs. He holds my gaze as he enters me. Our movements are slow at first, but with each thrust, the intensity grows, the passion rising like a tidal wave. I moan softly with each movement, our bodies meeting and moving together in a perfect symphony of need and desire. His hands grip my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin as he pulls me closer to him.
He had once whispered that this position was sacred, reserved for whoever he wanted to settle with, and it ignited a spark of hope within me. It makes me fantasize about the future.
Our cries fill the room, mingling with the soft sounds of our bodies connecting. I surrender, offering myself fully, and he takes advantage of my submission, thrusting deeper and faster. My body clenches around him, and I can feel the pleasure building inside me, the anticipation becoming almost unbearable.
“Look at me,” Blake pants out between kisses.
I force my eyelids open and meet his gaze, finding his eyes filled with a raw vulnerability that melts my heart right here on the mattress. It’s an intimacy I never expected but crave deeply. And at this moment, I know what I’m going to do. I’m going to choose him. I’m going to choose us. The rest can wait.
He smirks at the look on my face before diving in again for another passionate kiss that leaves us both panting for air.
I wrap my legs around him tighter, pulling him closer as he picks up the pace subtly. The heady scent of sweat and sex fills the air around us—an intoxicating mix that only fuels our desires.
As the climax approaches, he increases his tempo, bounding our bodies together. My nails dig into his back as my body tenses with anticipation.
“I love you” falls from his mouth. I don’t know if it’s the sentiment, the way he growled them in desperation, or the fact I love him back that sends me spiraling into an inferno of sensations. This man—this beautiful, generous man who went out of his way to make sure I looked like the princess of the ball—is my undoing. And I love everything about him.
With a final thrust, his body shatters as he explodes inside me. My head spins as I’ve never felt so connected to him.
As we lay there, panting, he pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. “I love you, Princess.”
“I love you, too.” Our eyes meet as our sweat-slick bodies melt into each other, and I know this is only the beginning of our journey.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
AMANDA
I blink awake,the soft morning light a stark contrast to the tangled sheets and Blake’s bare skin beside me. His ass is as delicious as the soreness between my thighs. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I watch his chest rise and fall. The slow rhythm is soothing in the quiet room. He’s the picture of innocence when what we did last night was anything but.
“Enjoying the view?” Blake’s voice breaks the silence, a lazy grin spreading across his face without him even opening his eyes. I feel the heat creep up my cheeks, but I’m quick to retort.
“Hard not to when it’s on full display.” My gaze locks with his now open eyes. They’re bright and shiny, almost transparent.
“Didn’t peg you for an art connoisseur.” His voice is a tease as he rolls over and stretches, muscles flexing in a way that draws my attention despite myself. The sheets slip lower, and I force myself to look at my nails, pretending to be unimpressed.
“Maybe I appreciate certain … aesthetics.” I feign nonchalance, but we both know I’m lying.
He places his hand against mine, highlighting the contrast between his rough, calloused hand and my smooth one.
“Or maybe you just like checking out your boyfriend.”
Hmm, I like the sound of that word coming from his mouth.
“He is rather sexy.”
“He is, huh?”
“Mm-hmm.” I try to maintain a smile as I pause. Planning what we do has never been my role; this feels like uncharted territory. He has always been the one to decide our activities and destinations. “What are your plans for next Saturday? Do you have practice?”
“In the morning, why?”
“I wondered if you’d want to work in the soup kitchen with me. I was hoping to get one more day in before leaving.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“You’ve never helped feed people before?”
