My hand slides to her cheek, cradling it. "I wantyou.Exactly as you are. In every version you've ever been and every version you'll become."
I let out a shaky breath because god, I really want her to believe me.
"Thicker, softer, stronger, rounder—doesn't matter. I'd trace every inch of you like a map to heaven. " My forehead presses to hers. "You're the only body that's ever ruined me."
My voice drops to a rasp.
"You could grow wings, shave your head, dye your hair rainbow, and I'd still be standing here, begging for scraps of your attention."
At first, I think she doesn't believe me.
She just stares — wide-eyed, trembling a little, her breath caught somewhere between her ribs and her throat.
But then her eyes shine. Tears start pooling, clinging to her lashes.
And she crashes into me.
Her mouth finds mine in a kiss that's all heat and desperation and need — like she's been starving for something she didn't know she could ask for until now. Her hands slide up my neck, into my hair, tugging me closer like she can't get enough.
I groan into her mouth, arms wrapping around her waist as I haul her against me. She tastes like relief and wanting and something that makes every nerve in my body light up at once. I kiss her back just as hard — deep, hungry, matching everything she's pouring into me.
Her lips brush mine between breaths.
"Tell me more..." she whispers, her breath scorching hot against my mouth, like a fucking inferno daring me to melt.
Fuck.
Yeah, baby, I can do that.
My hands slide down her sides—slow, deliberate, fucking greedy. I'm memorizing every curve, every dip, every inch of her flawless skin like I'm marking territory—like every place I touch should stay mine long after my hands leave.
My voice drops to a growl, low and raw, meant only for her fucking ears.
"I want to ruin you with my mouth," I murmur against her lips, my breath mingling with hers. "...with my hands, with the way I worship every inch of your body until you never question your worth again."
My fingers slip under the hem of her shirt, skimming the warm, silky skin of her stomach.
"I don't just want you—Ineedyou."
She shivers, her body trembling under my touch like she's wired to fucking explode. My cock twitches in response, already rock-hard and desperate for her.
She starts grinding on top of me, her hips rolling in slow, torturous circles. My cock jerks in my pants, begging for release.
Fuck... I groan, my hands gripping her hips tighter, holding her down against me.
"Babe..." I rasp, my voice strangled with need.
"Keep the words coming, Zach..." she purrs, her voice dripping with seduction.
Her mouth traces my jaw, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses that make my skin burn. Then she nips at my neck, sharp and sudden, and I hiss like a fucking animal.
"I said keep talking," she demands, her tongue flicking over the spot she just bit, soothing the sting.
Oh, fuck... she's killing me.
I let my hands roam her body, my words spilling out like a filthy prayer. "You're so fucking beautiful," I growl, my palms cupping her tits through her shirt, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. "These tits... fuck, they're perfect. I could worship them all day."
She grinds harder against me, her hips rolling in rhythm with my words.
