“If you don’t…”
“Elizabeth,” he said, his hands gaining confidence as he pressed his fingertips against my skin, “I want you so badly that I fear I’ll devour you entirely. So you’re going to have to tell me when to stop.” He lowered his mouth to my neck, trailing his tongue down my collarbone.
“Devour me, then,” I breathed, unable to say much else as the little jolts of electricity kept sparking through me.
And so he did.
Slowly and intentionally. Lincoln Carden made love to me in a way no one else had. We fell into a tangle of limbs between the thin sheets and heavy blankets, our skin hot and glistening. My heart cracked open, overflowing with the love he so openly had for me.
His mouth stayed on me. Keeping me there. Grounded with him.
Lincoln Carden was the first man to love me. I knew that to be true. And he showed it in every way he could. I let go in the safety of his arms. Something I hadn’t been able to do before.
“I never want to be apart from you,” I admitted.
“You never have to be.” He captured my mouth in a sweet kiss as his hands crept toward mine, entangling our fingers. “And by the way, I love you too.”
“You love me?”
He smothered me with kisses. “Now you’re just fishing to hear me say it again.”
My heart sang. I’d been hoping someone would say those words to me, but I had no idea I’d be lucky enough for it to be Lincoln.
47
LINCOLN
[31 weeks ago]
@pancakesareelite:
Have you ever been in love?
@theanswerisno:
Maybe
@pancakesareelite:
What do you mean?
@theanswerisno:
Just… maybe. I don’t know.
I haven’t been in love with
any of the women I’ve tried dating
@theanswerisno:
You?
@pancakesareelite:
I think I’m maybe,
kind of, falling in love
