And the one after that.
“You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he says to me.“Damn, Phoebe.”
I feel myself go so loose that I lose my ability to stay in position.But Evander catches me, holds me in place.My eyes fly open and awe rips through me.
It’s all a blur when I find myself picked up again.I’m surprised to immediately find myself on Evander’s lap, facing him, his hands buried in my hair as he thrusts slow and deep up inside me.
I wrap my arms around his neck.His eyes are heavy-lidded and unblinking as his gaze melds with mine.
He holds me in place.One thrust after another, our eyes fixed on one another.Until he pulls me in and crushes his lips to mine and I feel the pressure build, the hot flare, so intense I can’t survive it.
The world is about to explode around us.
Evander’s got me, though.He holds me close, kissing me, and I become nothing but a human-sized nerve ending, emotion crushing my chest as my pussy throbs and shudders with wild erotic electricity.
I think I might be crying.
I cum all over him.
He pulls me in even tighter.Pounds up into me even harder.His mouth feeds on mine, taking, but giving more than he takes.
I’m cumming again.
And I’m not sure if he’s keeping my body from spinning off into space or I’m doing that for him.
But I feel it building inside him now, too.I reach around him and do my best to grasp all of his big, hard body in my arms.
We hold on to one another.Like our lives depend on it.Mouth to mouth and locked together in desperate passion.
He’s claiming me, just like I demanded.
I’m claiming him, breaking the promise I made to myself that I wouldn’t consider him mine.
We’re claiming each other.
I’m cumming again.Or still cumming.I can’t tell.
And that’s when I feel Evander break apart in my arms, under my lips, and I feel him explode inside my body, hot and urgent.
The kiss doesn’t end.It simply changes, eases, and provides a soft place for both of us to land.To catch our breath.
Maybe the sex was so hot that we’re permanently fused together.
I feel Evander’s body shake.It takes me half a second to realize he’s chuckling.He falls over onto his side, taking me with him, our lips still locked, and we end up a tangle of arms, legs, kisses, and laughter as he throws the blanket over us.
CHAPTER 38
Evander
Day 3
December 19
I stare at the ceiling.The fire is burning too low.It’s the middle of the night.It’s cold and the wind howls.
Phoebe’s sound asleep.My arms are around her as she’s sprawled half on me and half off of me.Somehow, one of her hands is plopped directly in the middle of my forehead.The slim fingers of her other hand are in my chest hair.One of her perfect thighs is thrown over my hip.
She’s part purring kitten and part octopus.
