Dark Hearts (Light in the Dark 3)

I growl and push her down onto the couch, shielding her with my body.

“Then you won’t mind if I take some for me?”

I don’t wait for her to answer.

I seal my lips over hers. I kiss her desperately, like I didn’t just kiss her this morning. I feel like I haven’t touched in her years, when in reality, I just had her this morning in the shower before she had to leave for class.

I cup her breasts as I kiss her, loving the fullness of her in my hands.

She moves her arms, getting the camera out from in-between us. I growl in satisfaction because now I can feel her more fully against me.

Her skin is soft and smooth like butter. I could touch her forever.

The camera clicks and because my eyes are closed I don’t know what she’s taken a photo of, or if she even meant to do it. It could’ve been a complete accident.

I gather my arms around her back and she wraps her legs around my waist as I grind against her.

I pick her up and stand from the couch with her in my arms.

I carry her to the bed with her arms wrapped around me.

She still holds the camera and when I release her so she lies back on the bed she snaps a photo of me standing above her.

She places her foot on my chest.

Click.

I grab her leg, gliding my hand down her thigh.

Click.

I grab her thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed to meet me.

Click.

I take the camera from her.

“That’s mine.”

I shake my head. “Ours.”

Her hair is splayed around her and she looks beautiful.

Click.

She sits up, and I rub my thumb over her lip.

Click.

Her dark lashes flutter against her cheeks.

Click.

She takes the camera, and I smirk as she undoes my belt.

Click.

The button comes undone next.