Page 116 of The Fractured


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The pet name sunk into her in a way that made her melt in my hands. It was evident in the way she bit the corner of her lip and shifted her hips forward in an unspoken invitation. Cradling my bulge against her, she gently rolled her hips up as she watched my face.

Temptation pulled my gaze to where we were touching, where fabric creased and moved. Moved enough so that the leg hole of her pajama shorts was briefly pushed aside. I caught a glimpse of her lack of underwear, and suddenlyIwas melting inherhands.

I leaned into my palms. “We’re alone all night?”

“I don’t think Kira would come home at three in the morning.” She rolled her hips harder.

My hand fumbled to grip her hip and slow it down a little. “And, uh, you don’t mind what the neighbors hear?”

Lily’s eyes darkened, and she bit her lip. “Let them.”

“Bedroom?”

“Yes.”

In a whirlwind of her hopping off the counter and removing her top, me turning off the stove and moving the soup, and then her dragging me to her bedroom, she closed the door, and I pushed her against the back of it. Our movements were hasty but oh so fucking smooth.

My hands were at her hips as I slipped her shorts over her thighs and kissed her where I could.

At the same time, she tugged the front of my waist band down and I popped up like a fucking jack in the box.

I gripped her thighs and hoisted her up against the door with a thud. The little breath she released once I was flush against her was addictive. I needed more of those sounds, those breathy whimpers, to pour from those lips of hers.

One arm around my shoulders, Lily reached down between us, guided me to her, and gently pushed me in.

Her pretty mouth formed an O, and her eyebrows pinched up as she slid onto me.

Deeper and deeper, her walls squeezed around me like a glove. A welcoming, familiar glove that forced any worry from my mind. It was like magic, the way she easily took up the space inmy brain, casting out the bad, making me feel like a fucking god when I was inside her.

That was a thought straight from my cock…

Lily’s fingers curled against my scalp when I pulled out halfway, hitching her legs firmly around my waist.

Her free hand came to the back of my head, and when I started thrusting, her fingers curled against my scalp, and her legs locked.

“Remind me to never cut my hair shorter than this,” I breathed.

She threw her head back and moaned a response. “Oh?”

I drove my hips forward. “You need somethin’ to hold on to.”

“In that case,” she panted, adjusting her hips. “Give me something to hold on for... Fuck me harder.”

“You sure?”

There was a smile in the corner of her mouth. “Fuck me so hard I forget about what happened tonight.”

“Lily…”

She shook her head, smiling as she took my head in her hands. “You won’t hurt me.”

It was hard to think straight when I was still buried inside her.

I adjusted my grip on her thighs, pulled out, and then drove into her a little heavier than I usually would.

She swallowed and combed her fingers through my hair. “Again.”

The next thrust had more force and knocked her body against the door.