His hands squeezed as he grunted and moved back. His gaze dropped down to where our bodies met, and he pulled one hand to his mouth, licking at his thumb before positioning it to press against my clit. He stole my breath when he looked up at me. The intensity of his stare mixed with the dark lust on his face was enough. "Fuck me, Valentine. Fuck me hard."
I dug my nails into his shoulder and arched my back, rolling my hips to work the full length of him as he closed his eyes and used one hand to hold himself up on the bed behind him.
"Like this?" I continued to work him as he nodded.
His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and the image of him laid back, thrusting into me, enjoying himself would forever be etched into my memories.
Fire burst from the center of my stomach, and I closed my eyes and bounced on him, pressing against his thumb and taking pure advantage of how open he was with our intimacy.
"I'm gonna come, baby." He moved so fast that I didn't realize I was on my back until he shifted up, hovering over me and pulling one of my legs up with him. "Take another turn with me. Come again, Val."
"I did. I already did. Twice." I panted as the pressure intensified and my body started to purr with delight. "I want it again."
He reached down and brushed my hair out of my face as he continued to fuck me slow and deep.
"Trust me." It wasn't a question, but a command.
"Yes." I nodded and reached up to cup the side of his neck. "Anything."
"Good." He pressed his hand to the center of my chest, sliding it up and gripping the front of my throat tightly. "Breathe through your nose and open your legs wider, baby."
A moment of terror ran through me as my airway became slightly pinched, but I focused on him and opened my legs wider, letting him sink in the final inch or so.
"There you go." He licked his lips and locked his eyes on mine. "Hold on."
I gripped him tightly as he started to pound into me harder and harder. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt in my whole life. His hand never got any tighter around my throat, but the hold was controlling. He owned me in that moment, and I relented and screamed his name as the bed shook with our love making. My orgasm caused bright flashes of color to dance around my vision.
He dropped down on top of me, sliding his hand between me and the bed as he cupped my slick flesh and pressed his mouth to mine in a long, hot kiss as he finished thrusting.
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"Where have you been all my life?" He moved his hands back up to smooth my hair down as he rested against me. We were both breathing loudly and the light sweat that stretched across our skin only made the moment more delicious.
"Right here." I brushed my fingers down the sides of his face. "Stay with me tonight."
"I'm not going anywhere." He leaned down and kissed me, leaving off the one word I wanted to hear tagged on to his promise.
Ever.
Chapter 21
Tate
I lay in the bed awake next to her after we fucked a few more times wishing I could give her the world. I had no choice but to run from her, but my heart broke at the thought of it.
She snuggled against me and let out a content sigh as I lay on my side and held her. Her long brown hair was a tangled mess, her lipstick smeared, and her eye makeup not at all where she'd carefully put it the night before.
It wouldn't have been hard to tell her that I was falling for her. I'd been looking for a woman like her for so damn long, and yet...this was it. I laid there beside her until the alarm clock read five. After kissing her damn near ten times, I crawled out of the bed as carefully as I could and got dressed.
I found a scrap of paper on her desk and left her a note letting her know that I had to get out to the house and then to work. I told her that I'd call her later, but I knew I wouldn't.
I couldn't.
Her father was going to make sure of that.
There wasn't anyone awake in the house as I snuck out the front door and jogged to the truck. I owed Sam big time for letting me take his vehicle overnight when we'd just agreed on a few hours. Though his parents were great, he hated being stranded at home. I told him that he should have learned to drive a bike and he could have taken mine out for the evening.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Typical Sam. Scared of everything that might leave him breathless, women included. Maybe he had things right and I was in the wrong.