I push her knee toward her chest, opening her up. My breath hitches at the new angle. “More,” I grit out, each thrust harder than the last. “I need more, baby girl.”
“Take whatever you need, Daddy. Fill me up.”
Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, and I can’t look away as I drive into her, the rhythm sharp and relentless now. “You’re perfect,” I tell her, the words falling out in ragged bursts between thrusts. “Every—” slam, “—fucking—” slam, “—inch.”
Her soft gasp feeds me, makes me chase that next thrust, and the next. My fingers dig into her hip, my other hand braced beside her head, caging her in.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I groan, voice rough, “you feel too good. Like the thing I’ve been waiting for without even knowing it. I can’t—” I break off, swallowing the rest, my pace becoming frantic.
When the edge hits, the air’s punched out of me. I swivel my hips one last time and pin her down into the mattress, like a butterfly trapped under a predator’s pins.
On and on my orgasm continues, a line of fire down my spine, pouring out of me and into her.
I hold deep inside her, making sure she takes every drop of me, my praise spilling out in broken murmurs. Awed anew by what this waif of a girl can make me feel after decades of nothingness.
Jasmine
Nathan easesout of me with a slow, careful movement, as if I’m glass. My body clenches at the loss, and I bite back a cry. Every muscle feels loose and molten, melting into the mattress beneath me.
He leaves the bed and my entire world suddenly feels desolate.
Is he already breaking his promise? Or is his desire satiated enough?
I hear movement. Before I can open my eyes, I feel a damp cloth against my core. I flinch from the raw ache between my thighs.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, voice low and raspy. “I lost control completely.”
Opening my eyes, I catch his wrist. The suite is in full darkness now, the rain giving way to silence. I can just make out the lines of his broad chest. “Was it what you needed, Nathan?” I say his name with purpose, wanting him to remember me outside of the fantasy we have fallen into.
“Everything I needed and didn’t know I could have.”
“That’s what I want,” I whisper, my voice thick with exhaustion, “to be what you need.”
Dipping low, he kisses the center of my forehead. He finishes cleaning me off with slow, unhurried care before pulling the sheet up over me. Seconds later, he hands me a bottle of water, already open, and waits until I take a sip. The cool rush down my throat feels like the first breath after drowning.
His palm brushes away damp tendrils from my forehead. “What do you need?”
“You.” I refuse to feel shame over my neediness. He promised me tonight and I’m going to take every moment of it. “The night’s not over yet, is it?”
A slow smile curves his mouth. “Not even close.”
He slides in beside me, curling his body around mine, tucking me into the heat of his chest. The fabric of his sweatpants is warm and soft against the backs of my thighs.
His arm bands low around my waist, and he presses a kiss to my temple—a lingering, steadying touch that sinks all the way through.
I feel cocooned—wanted and cherished even—his warmth chasing away the faint shivers still running through me. The man I love made love to me. Showed me stars and sky. Claimed me like no one else ever had. Apparently, reality can beat out dreams.
And I also know, with a sharp, aching certainty, that it’s going to make walking away so much harder.
But I have to,I remind myself.
“Settle down, little bird,” Nathan whispers at my temple. “I’ve got you.”
Soon, that sense of security I feel near him lulls me. “You didn’t kiss me, Nathan,” I murmur, eyelids weighing down.
His hand strokes down my hair, mouth lingering on my jaw. I don’t hear what he says next; the darkness pulls me under.
Chapter 13
