Our chests pressed tight.
Hearts crashing in time.
A frenzy that lit.
I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, molding my body to her from behind, against that gorgeous back and her perfect ass.
I kissed along her bare shoulder, wanting to devour every inch.
“Royce.” Her voice was a plea as her hands darted out to hold herself up on the back of the sofa couch that faced the small sitting area. I gripped her by the waist.
“That’s right . . . you said you were going to be begging for it, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” It was a whimper.
I ran my hands up the front of her dress, pressing hard as I trailed up over her quivering belly, hands cupping those perfect tits. “Tell me you want me.”
She moaned. “I want you, Royce. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“What do you want?” It was a heated demand, hands getting impatient, gliding back down her sides until they were riding over the curve of her hips, splaying over her shaking thighs, until I was gathering up the material of her dress at the hem and slipping it up.
The flesh of her sweet, sweet ass was exposed, just a thin slip of material covering her drenched core. I traced my fingertips over the silk, subduing a groan.
Emily didn’t. She mewled and pressed back. “This. For you to touch me. To take me. To stay with me.”
My spirit thrashed.
Her words winding through the vengeance and hate.
I shoved the material aside, dragging a single finger through her tight slit.
“Oh, God, Royce. Please.”
“Tell me,” I demanded. I needed to hear it. All of it. “What do you want?”
Still, I gave her a little, dipping a single finger into her needy pussy.
I swore, she heard the fullness of my question because a tiny cry jutted out of her mouth. “I want it all, Royce. I want to sing. I want to play. I want a family. I want to be a wife. I want it all. I want it with you. Wherever you go, I want to go with you.”
She squirmed, the girl’s throaty voice filling the air, wrapping me in knots when she gave me her heart.
This time, I was groaning, and I edged back to peel her underwear down those long legs, kneeling as I went. The sight of her bent over like that was enough to knock the wind out of me.
Foundation rocked.
This girl a buoy when I’d been content to float away and drown. Sure I’d never feel again. Die in this destruction. I kissed a path back up her legs, teeth grazing her bottom, sliding my hands up the sides before I was jerking my belt loose, ripping the button and dragging down the zipper, freeing my cock that was harder than stone.
Grabbing myself, I dragged the tip through the crease of her ass, spreading her with one hand, lining myself up with her throbbing pussy.
I drove home.
A grunt tore out of my chest.
Heaven.
Motherfucking heaven when I thought I’d been condemned to hell.
Emily gasped and bowed forward, curling her fists into the couch as I filled her full. Girl so tight around me, squeezing my dick in the delicious clutch of her body.
My ultimate perfection.
“Good?” I asked her as I took two handfuls of her lush ass, kneading her flesh, trying to keep myself in check while I waited for her to adjust.
She turned her head and took in our reflection in the bright lights of the mirror. The two of us close to shadows.
Silhouettes.
“There is no better feeling than you taking me.”
I pulled almost all the way out, watching the act, dick soaked with the girl. Lust and greed and this love she’d found in me pulsed. Tightening my chest and knotting my stomach in this need I knew would never end.
I’d never get enough.
I surged forward in a possessive thrust. “Mine. You’re mine, Emily. You and me, Precious. It’s you and me.”
“I’m yours,” she murmured. The girl’s chest was pressed to the top of the couch as she struggled to breathe around the intrusion of me, as her pussy throbbed and clenched and begged for more, that dress hiked up around her hips, our bodies one.
One.
There would never be a better moment than this.
When I knew she was my all.
Life.
Death.
She was the fight.
She was the victory.
Fingers sinking into her flesh, I clutched her tight. I picked up a quick, hard pace. Fucking her with all the desperation I felt. Loving her with everything I had.
I spread her ass, taking her deeper, ran my thumbs along the seam where we were joined. I gripped her by the back of the knee and opened her wider, slipped a hand around to her clit as she leaned her back on my chest.
I took her ruthlessly, our pants filling the air, our hearts running wild.