He looked at me then, and I swear I’d never seen such intensity in his eyes before.
He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, shifted so he could straddle me – which resulted in his hair to fall forward – and placed his forearms next to the sides of my face before hovering over me. “Hands above your head, Zaira,” he said against my lips.
I placed the back of my hands over the pillow that was above my head.
Gallan smiled, grabbed himself, and started circling his wide head over my still-sensitive clit.
“Oh my God,” I rasped. “You fucking tease.”
He chuckled. “I like you like this – all flushed and naked; all sweaty and greedy.” He ran his tongue over the side of my neck. “I love it when your heart beats this fast.” He pressed a kiss over my heart, and then took my left nipple in his mouth before sucking on it. “And I love how responsive you are to each and every one of my touches.” He looked at me again. “And I sure as hell love seeing your pupils flare and darken for me.” He dragged his crown over my clit once more, and then slowly, oh so slowly, pushed himself inside me.
“Fuck!” I cried out when he filled me; when he thrust himself inside me fully.
“God, Zaira…” he breathed, and then twined his fingers with mine before squeezing my hands. “You feelperfect.”
I rocked my hips against his. “Don’t hold back, Gallan,” I said to him. “Take me the way you want to take me; take me without restraint, without hesitation.”
He swallowed. “Baby…”
I brushed my lips against his. “I love you,” I breathed. “I love you so much, and I want to feel every inch of you claim every inch of me.”
He let go of a breath and touched his forehead to mine. “Every part of me is yours already,” he said. “All of me belongs to you. You own me, Zaira – heart and soul; body and mind.”
My eyes stung at his words. “Gallan…”
He smiled and kissed me, and when I opened my mouth for his, he began moving inside of me in deep, thorough thrusts. He pulled out, and then slammed into me again, which made my breaths hitch. His hold on my hands tightened, and I widened my legs when he started taking me harder.
“Moan my name,” he all but growled.
“Gallan…”
“Again.” He thrust into me faster, and I clenched around him when my orgasm drew nearer at his commands.
“Gallan…”
He groaned and jerked inside me. “Jesus fuck; I’m close.”
I arched my hips and met his movements with ones of my own, and when he moaned my name as he came inside me, I screamed his as my orgasm finally caught up to me. I closed my eyes when my mind buzzed, when my throat and gut tightened at the height of my pleasure.
I had never felt this pieced-together while falling apart in someone’s arms like I did with Gallan.
I’d never felt a desire this strong and honest with anyone but him. Because with him, things were always true; always real.
Because with Gallan, I was safe; I was whole.
I wasme.
I sighed, and smiled when he started running his tongue lazily over the back of my ear, down to my shoulder, and then to the sides of my breasts. He peppered them with sound, open-mouthed kisses, and then sucked on each nipple at an agonizingly beautiful pace. “I don’t know how the fuck did I even get this lucky,” he said against my skin. “But I’m grateful to whatever force that is out there that gave you to me.” He looked down at me with a grin. “I don’t think I even like the version of myself from before you anymore. I like me like this – withyouin my life.”
I squeezed his hands. “I like you like this, too – with me letting you have movie-like sex with me and letting you order me around like I’m the elf to your Santa.”
He laughed as he shook his head. “Never change, babe. Never change.”
I chuckled. “Oh, I don’t intend to.”
“Good.” Something flashed in his eyes.
I raised a brow at him, but before I could ask what he was up to, I ended up squealing instead when he flipped us to the side and started kissing me.
God, I fuckinglovedmy life.
