Giving.
So much giving.
Every lick and swipe was like peeling back a layer of skin, exposing me. I knew, without a doubt, that I would never, ever be the same after this.
He was a powerful wave, strong enough to crush my heart before it evened out and kissed the shore.
I fell apart.
His name but a plea on my lips as he devoured me until every tremor settled, and I sagged with satisfaction.
Reid stood up and pulled his shirt off.
“Knees on the bed.”
God, I love the command in his voice.
That intensity that normally irritated me had somehow found a spot between my legs that appreciated it. I slowly slid into position, my legs weak and wobbly. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me against him. The rough scrape of his denim met my bare skin, breeding more flames.
More desire.
Moreneed.
They licked at the insides of my thighs as his hard cock nestled at my center.
His was a beautiful kind of torture, delivering just enough to push me to the edge, only to jerk me back. His hand shifted beneath me, snaking around my stomach, drifting up between my breasts before his fingers curled to take ownership around my neck.
Reid pulled me up, my back curved against his rigid front. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll think I hate your pussy. But I just want you sore from my cock so every time you move tomorrow, you’ll think of me,” he whispered close to my ear, his breath sharp with the promise.
Releasing the hold on my hip, his long fingers inched down, dipping low, pushing ever so gently through my wet slit. “Mmm…she likes it rough and dirty. I’ll be sure and remember that for next time too, baby.”
“There’s going to be a next time?”
“Yes, there will definitely be a next time. Now that you’ve let me have a taste, you’re mine.”
He turned my head and kissed me.
Hot.
Deep.
Branding me.
I loved him. I loved him then. And I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, I loved him now. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. But Reid wasn’t ready for love.
Not yet anyway.
I would just hold on to the hope that he would be someday. That he cared for me the same way I did for him. At least that’s what his body was telling me, and let’s face it, that’s a straight line connection to the heart.
He released my mouth with a gentle tug to my bottom lip, those blue eyes silently pleading for trust as he guided me back down to the bed. I rested on all fours, anticipation thick in my blood. There was a soft whoosh of cool air when his hands came between us.
The sound of his belt buckle releasing the leather and of crinkling foil were the only warning I had before he centered himself and drove into me. My fingers clutched the comforter beneath me, bracing myself. I’d never felt so full.
So…
Complete.
With a firm grip on my hips, he thrust into me, over and over and over again, going deeper and deeper with every push.
