Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy 3)

How can I want something so bad, and at the same time, know it is not good for me? “Kiss me,” he orders, and as he waits for me to respond, he rolls his hips into my opening again with a knowing smirk. Smug bastard knows I’ll cave, because, God…he feels so good. “Oh, God,” I whimper, bucking my hips into his hardness. I lift my head and brush my lips against his. “Make me forget.”

“You wanna fuck to forget, sweetheart? I can do that,” he says matter-of-factly, with a bit of arrogance lining his husky voice as he runs his nose along my neck. He whispers over my fevered skin, “I’m gonna fuck you sweet, though. I want you to feel our souls connect, and then I’m gonna make you remember for the next decade what it’s like when we become one.” I shiver as I run my hands over the thick muscles of his arms. He pulls his mouth away, and adds with a frown, “Then maybe you’ll never run from me again.”

My stomach plummets, and the look on his face tells me I’ve hurt him. “Travis, I’m so sorry.”

“Shh…I get it.” He kisses my lips. “You were scared,” he softly reassures me with another kiss, “but that was also a dangerous thing for you to do.” I know it was a dangerous move, and it could’ve been the wrong man waiting outside that restaurant door instead of Quinn, but I wasn’t thinking and I ran scared. He pulls back, regarding me with solemn eyes. “Promise me you won’t run again, not unless I tell you to, okay?”

“Okay,” I softly reply. I’m just glad he’s handling this subject in a calm manner. “I promise.”

Satisfied with my answer, his lips softly caress mine. “I couldn’t bear it if anything were to happen to you.” He runs his tongue over my lips, and I open to him.

With the silky feel of his warm, wet tongue on mine, my lower belly flutters and a rush of wetness pools at my opening, the recent chaos already forgotten. Our tongues slide over and around each other’s in a fevered fury of passion. I thread my fingers through his short hair and tug at his roots. He breaks away, breathing heavily, and then sits back to unfasten his jeans. Never once removing his heated gaze from mine, he slides them off his toned body as his chest rises and falls silently with excitement.

He lays back down over me half-naked, his tight black t-shirt outlining and hugging all of his upper body’s muscles. He snakes his arm underneath my waist, pulling my body into his, my hands grasping onto his biceps. His tongue flicks back and forth over both breasts before he settles on a nipple, and then he takes it into the warmth of his mouth, sucking hard. I arch my back and hiss when he gently bites. My core clenches with need. My fingertips find the hem of his shirt, and I struggle to inch it up his body, but I can’t.

Filled with a dizzy lust, I whisper, “Travis, you forgot to take your shirt off.” I want to feel the warmth of his skin on mine. He lets go of my nipple and immediately moves to the other one, attacking it fast and hard. “Travis,” I breathed out.

He looks at me from underneath those long eyelashes of his while he runs his tongue around my erect nipple in a lazy circle. “No,” he says, and then before I know it, he’s fully on top of me, claiming my mouth in an all-consuming kiss.

Shirt forgotten, I’m too full of desire to care. I spread my legs open wider, my throbbing pussy screaming for a release. I suck in a sharp breath of air when he breaches the opening of my sex with one thrust of his hips. He settles himself balls-deep inside me, swallowing every last needy whimper from my lungs.

I run my fingers underneath the back of his shirt and graze his skin with my fingernails. His arms squeeze tight around me as he pumps himself into me using a slow, rhythmic pace. I meet his thrusts, and grind my hips into his with all my might as we taste each other with out-of-control, sloppy yet passionate kisses.

When I wrap my legs around his waist, I’m immediately forced to let go as he rolls our bodies over. I’m now sitting on top of him, still impaled on his hard length. He grabs my hips, digging his fingers into my flesh as I place my palms over his chiseled chest for stability. I look to him for direction, and he doesn’t hesitate to take over. His roped forearms flex with movement as he guides my hips up and down while he thrusts himself inside me, making for double the pleasure. We both groan together, filling the space of the bedroom with noises of our lust and heavy panting.