Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

Her breath hitches as I stroke her. "Walker." Her hand knots in my hair. "Please."

Please forgive me. Please listen. Please love me.

I rub her harder. I want to give her all that. But I don't know how.

I only know how to give her this.

Her eyelids flutter together. She turns her head to one side. Groans my name.

Fuck, she's beautiful like this.

I stroke her with slow circles.

She tugs at my hair.

I watch pleasure spill over her expression as she inches toward the edge. Her brow softens. Her lips part. Her head tilts back.

There.

She groans my name as she comes on my fingers.

She's lost in it for a second. Then she blinks her eyes open. Stares back at me. Nods yes, now, please as she spreads her legs.

I plant my hands at her shoulders.

Slowly, I bring my body onto hers.

One inch at a time, I thrust into her.

Fuck. She feels good.

Mine.

It's like every time before. It sticks in my head. She sticks in my head.

She's—

Fuck.

I wrap my arms around her.

Sink into her as I thrust into her.

She lifts her hips to meet me. Brings her hand to the back of my head. Pulls me into a deep, slow kiss.

We stay locked together, moving together, groaning together.

She's mine and I'm hers.

And there isn't a single layer between us.

No deception. No baggage. No hurt.

Just her need pouring into me.

And my need pouring into her.

Until she's there, groaning against my lips, clawing at my back as she pulses around me.