He grinned at me, knowing I loved it just as much as he loved doing it, and then he crawled up my body and surged inside me. He shoved my knees high, holding my legs open wide so that he could lean his weight over mine and take my mouth to silence my cry. "Fuck," he groaned, echoing the sentiment that echoed in the deepest part of me. His thrusts sent me spinning, his slow and deep rhythm as he danced his hips in and out of me a thing of absolute beauty. I tilted my head up, watching him work inside and pull back out and then turning my eyes to him.
I whimpered his name, the punishing thrusts striking the deepest part of me until I clenched around him with my orgasm, my entire body locking tight. I clutched him tight with my arms, my legs, every part of me needing him to touch mine. I needed him, wanted him.
Forever.
Once I'd come down, he flipped me over to my stomach, cocking one leg up to open me up to him and then he pounded back in. I moaned when he sealed his chest to my back, striving toward his own orgasm. Two hands clenched each side of my butt, spreading me wide so that he could get deeper. Impossibly deep. I clenched my hands into the sheets beneath me, using it to muffle my screams when he picked up the pace and lost his rhythm. Lost himself in me. "This fucking pussy," he groaned in my ear as he flooded it with heat and released me. His weight covered mine,
and I couldn't resist the temptation to wiggle my hips against him.
His palm cracked down against the side of my ass.
"I love you," I giggled.
"I love you too, Little Dove. Always."
We laid like that for a few more minutes, until the sound of my stomach growling made him chuckle against me. "Guess I should feed you then."
"If I'm eating for two now, does that mean I get two cheeseburgers?" The way his body shook with his unrestrained laughter against me was my favorite feeling of all. Knowing I gave him that, just like he gave it to me.
I let myself live for that moment, for the way I knew he would make me feel for the rest of my life.
Happy. Whole.
Healed.
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Grieved Loss Sneak Peek
Ryker
Four years ago
I hated this shit. Hated having to spy on an innocent woman because her husband decided the simple life and white picket fence just wasn't for him. Following him came easy, even if it meant I had to work harder to stay hidden.
They frowned upon stalking the police.
But stalking a woman like Calla Rae Latour?
That was a crime that deserved a death sentence. It was a crime that I knew I could never justify to myself.
Especially since she was quickly becoming an addiction. Since I could feel her pulsing in my veins as if I'd shot her up like a drug.
A woman like Calla was all good, all sunshine and light. I lived my life in the shadows where I belonged. But somehow it felt like my shadows changed when I first set eyes on her the day before. Like my shadows became her shadows. Like I was meant to follow her light anywhere.
It didn't matter that she spent most of her time in yoga pants and with her hair in a ponytail, looking more and more exhausted with every hour that passed. Something about those big, shining dark blue eyes called to me.
But I kept my distance. If her husband Chad could prove himself to Matteo, he'd be useful.
Very useful.
It wasn't every day that a Police Lieutenant wanted to join the Bellandi payroll.