His touch moves harder over my bundle of nerves, and warmth pours down my spine. “Please. I need it.”
“You needme,” he growls against throat before sinking his teeth into my neck with a playful bite.
“Yes. Please. I needyou.”
“You beg so pretty for me,” he whispers as he pushes into me in one quick thrust. He grunts against my ear as he reaches the hilt, filling me more than I thought possible, and the pleasure steals my breath.
His slow, grinding cadence of thrusts wrecks me. One hand kneads my breast, and one plays with my clit while his forearm holds my hips in place for him to push against. My walls flutter as he drags himself in and out of me with perfect friction.
I’m consumed by him. Living, breathing, needing him. Wrapped in his strong arms, with his warm breaths cascading over my skin, and I feel like I could be his forever.
Every sense, every inch, every wish. He’s there, stealing all of it.
“I’m going to be thinking about you like this forever,” he whispers. His movements slow to a lazy pace, and I arch my back for more. “You feel perfect, baby. Like you were made for me.”
The bridge of my nose burns, and my moan chokes off in a hiccup.
“Tell me you’ll remember this,” he breathes against my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper as his touch slides over my clit. “I’ll always remember this.”
A tear drips from the corner of my eye, and I’m not sure why.
This is just sex. This is just the hormones and pleasure bleeding into my emotions.Right?
But when I grip his arm, his muscles bunching as he moves his hand against me, and when he thrusts deeper, grunting into my neck, and when my nerves are firing, pressure building in my core … I think I might be wrong.
He holds me tighter, no space between our bodies as his movements speed up. My walls clench around him, and he purrs, “My Lena.”
My moans are louder than a whisper, so he steals the hand from my breast to place it over my mouth, muffling my cries as I come apart around him. I shatter into a million blinding lights, legs shaking and breaths stuttering and heart bursting.
He comes with a groaning sigh of satisfaction rattling against my ear. His grip on my mouth loosens, and he caresses me with gentle strokes as our bodies settle against each other. He whispers my name, kisses my shoulder, glides his palm along my side soothingly.
And as our bodies relax, muscles spent and breaths steadying, one thought beats like a drum in my mind.
He’s not leaving my system. Instead, he’s etching himself there permanently.
29
LENA
“Ifound them!”
Jack’s scream startles me awake. My heart stops. The warm arm over my waist goes rigid.
Surely, I was just dreaming about my nephew’s voice.
But when I blink open my eyes, there he is, smiling widely with his hair sticking in every direction. “Are you and Uncle Gavin having a sleepover?”
I choke on a breath, but before I can form words, Zara swoops behind him. Casting an apologetic look in my direction, she grabs him and scurries out the door, shutting it behind her.
I yank the covers over my face with a groan, thankful we were smart enough to put our pajamas back on in the middle of the night, so my nosey nephew is not scarred for life.
Gavin sits up and grumbles, “What the fuck?”
“Maybe no one heard him,” I murmur, flipping to face him.
He shoots me a skeptical glare. “He was yelling.”
