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“Always more,” she whispers into the crook of my neck as her leg hitches over my hip.
Turning off the light, I roll onto my back, taking her with me. Kissing the top of her head, I squeeze her in my arms.
“Always. Always. More, morena.”
Chapter 36
Arabella
Morning comes too quickly. The bed is too warm, and the air has that debauched smell to it along with sugar and cinnamon and…
Oh, that smells so good.
I swallow down the water pooling in my mouth because I can’t move a single limb without feeling the repercussions of last night. My pussy is sore, my arse feels…used, and the rest of me is deliciously stretched.
I’m achy, but it’s the best I’ve felt in so long.
Except when the bed jostles with Christopher’s weight, my body hates us both in equal measure.
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” he sings, pressing his semi-clothed and fresh-smelling body to mine. “I have food and coffee.”
My tummy decides to betray my need for sleep with a loud rumble.
“Food?”
“Yep.” Wrapping his arm around me, he rolls me to face him. “I figured you might not be able to walk after last night, so I brought you breakfast.”
The light filters through my blinking eyes. Once adjusted, I scowl up at him. “Your cock isn’t that debilitating.”
“Yeah? ’Cause that’s not what you were saying when my cum-rod was getting all up in your shitbox.” Christopher pulls that wide-eyed what? face.
God, why do his eyes have to be the colour of every sin I’ve ever committed?
Dark, deep, unapologetically seeking. They pluck at every one of my thoughts, scrambling them even with the cringe from his quip.
“Jesus, stop!”
“What? You asked, I followed through.” Shrugging, he smooths my hair back. “Don’t get bashful about it now. You always do that. Get all bossy boots and then act like you’re wrong to ask for what you need. There’s no shame in it, you know…”
“I know.” But at the same time, it’s something so…I don’t know. Hedonic? Carnal? There’s something so debasing about it, and yet, the effort and care…the attention and time. It’s intoxicating and so intimate.
“Then why do you get so flustered by it? It’s between you and me. No one else will ever know what we do.”
“It’s intimidating.” Focusing on the light smattering of hair on his chest, I murmur, running my fingertips over his skin.
When he doesn’t say anything, I take a deep breath and carry on. “I’ve never needed anyone like I need you, and sometimes it’s so much that I-I can’t get enough. I want more. I want to feel you everywhere. It’s like my being needs to encapsulate or be encapsulated by yours.”
His heart thrums into my palm as I smooth my hand over his chest. His body is so hard and cut that all the details feel printed onto my flesh.
“I know it sounds silly. But I can’t help it.”
“It’s not silly at all,” he breathes into my knotted hair. “How do you think I feel all the time? When I say I own you, I mean I own you. Like you own me. In every way.”
“I know.”
Wriggling closer, I hitch my leg over his hip so that we’re flush to one another. My body groans at the movement, but the ache only serves to make the heat and shelter of his strong body sweeter.
He holds me for a long moment, kissing my hair and caressing his hands up and down my back. And as perfect as this moment is, my heart is still being tightly fisted by the situation we’re in.
