I come hard, pushing myself back into his face, gripping the bed sheet, my legs trembling, my heart pounding, and my moans turning into groans, low and throaty. When he moves away to grab a condom, I take a second to try and catch my breath. My arms and legs are trembling when he settles onto the bed behind me again, sliding a palm down my spine, a finger stroking down the seam of my ass as he lines his cock up with my pussy.
Guiding it in smoothly, my pussy clenches every inch he slides in. He bottoms out, groaning, and stays still, waiting for my body to adjust to his size. “You okay, pretty girl?” he asks softly when I don’t move and just pant, feeling full and oh so good.
“Yes, more. Please, more,” I beg underneath him.
When he lays on top of me, he gathers me in his arms, squeezing me tight as he starts to slide out and back inside. The entire time, his body moves in languid, sensual strokes on top of mine, fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle coming together. His chest is glued to my back, his heartbeat strong and steady, matching the rhythm of my own. In this moment, there’s no fear, no uncertainty—just us, lost in the depths of our connection.
He pushes up to sprinkle my back with kisses, showering me in affection while his cock strokes my inner walls. I feel him everywhere—the connection too much yet not enough. I feel like mush, lovey-dovey mush, as he grips my hair by the base and turns my head so he can reach my lips.
Nash wanders from my lips to my shoulder, biting the skin, making me gasp before he leans back and pulls my hips up. Hislong strokes turn faster, more urgent, making my pussy flutter around his cock, and I moan loudly.
“The fucking sounds you make are addictive,” he groans out, panting hard too. “Just like the rest of you. I’m a fucking addict.” My arms collapse until my face is buried in his pillows, and all I can smell is his ocean scent. All I can feel is him fucking me, not rough but passionately, accompanied by sounds of him cursing and moaning. “You’re so goddam perfect, this tight, perfect pussy. Fuck.”
A hand slides up and down my side before it finds my core to press on my overstimulated clit. “C’mon, pretty girl, I know you missed me making you come. Don’t you want to come for me one more time?” he murmurs, his rough voice sending shivers down my spine as my hips push back to meet his while his thumb is relentless.
“Nash, fuck!” My voice raises in pitch as I come, my legs trembling, but he holds me up as he ruts into me at a faster pace, finding his release with a curse.
He lowers both of us back down, kissing my shoulder blades and the back of my head. “Attagirl, holy shit.” He pants into my neck, his hands rubbing my sides as we calm down with gradually quieting pants. “I’ve missed you so damn much, Siren.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
It’slike the most natural thing in the world.
Waking up in Nash’s arms feels so warm and cozy.
He loves me.
My heart flips at the memory of yesterday. Of how he told me in front of everybody, the herbs, what he shared…
I lay there for a few moments, watching him sleep, his peaceful expression making me smile. His chest rises and falls gently with each breath, and I can’t help but trace the contours of his face with my eyes.
He’s so fucking handsome.
The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on his features. It’s a perfect moment. It’s so perfect it makes my anxiety rise all over again, and I decide to leave before he wakes, and we stay in bed for the rest of the day. I don’t think I would protest much, but I have so much to think about.
So much to decide.
Carefully, I wiggle out of the bed, trying not to wake him. As I stretch and yawn, I notice his faint ocean breeze scent lingering on my skin.
I gather my clothes and put my hair in a messy ponytail, glancing at myself in the mirror on the back of his bedroomdoor. I’m a total mess, but I don’t mind. My lips still tingle from our kisses, and my heart flutters at the thought.
Quietly, I make my way down the old, creaky stairwell. The wooden steps groan under my weight, but I manage to descend without making too much noise. I glance back down the hallway, catching a glimpse of Lio’s bathroom door slightly ajar.
God, a shower would be everything right now.
A low voice startles me from behind as I hesitate, considering sneaking in for a quick shower. “Morning,” North greets, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. I turn to find him standing behind me, dressed in running clothes, a lazy smile playing on his lips.
“Morning,” I reply, my cheeks flushing as I meet his gaze. My heart races, and I can’t help but feel embarrassed to be caught standing here, especially after he definitely saw Nash pull me out of the restaurant.
Another morning-after encounter with Satan.
Just perfect.
“I was just about to go for a run. Wanna join?” North asks, tilting his head.
“Ah… sure. I need to change first, though,” I agree, feeling a little perplexed that he’s not even commenting on me being here.
“That’s fine, I can wait,” he agrees, gesturing toward the exit.
