She shivers. Her pupils are blown, her breath uneven. “Nitro…” she whispers, dazed, needy, wrecked in the prettiest of ways.
I kiss her, slow enough to make her melt again, deep enough to taste the aftershocks still trembling through her. When I pull back, my voice is rough against her mouth. “Bring your knees up.”
She obeys instantly, her thighs lifting, opening for me without hesitation, not because she has to, but because she wants to. She wants me. She wants this.
“Good,” I murmur, sliding one hand under her knee and widening her just a little more. “Just like that.”
My other hand runs down the curve of her hip, gripping firmly, and she gasps, that sweet, involuntary sound that hits me right in the chest. “I love your body,” I growl, my thumb brushing the soft skin at the top of her thigh. “Every inch of you. Don’t ever hide from me.”
Her hips tilt up in answer, a silent plea, her breath catching when my cock presses low between her folds. I drag the head through her slick heat, slow and deliberate, letting her feel exactly what’s about to fill her.
Her fingers latch onto my shoulders. “Nitro… please…”
I tease her, roll through her folds again, circling her clit with the broad head of my cock, until she’s shaking.
“Tell me,” I say, voice deep, controlled, dominant. “Tell me you want all of me.”
Her nails bite into my skin, her body arching up into mine. “I want you,” she drawls, eyes locked on mine, raw and honest. “I want…all of you.”
“Good girl.” I press in slowly, watching every inch of her reaction. The stretch pulls a breathy moan from her throat, her lips parting, her eyes fluttering closed as her body gives way around me.
“Look at me,” I order.
Her eyes snap open, glassy and overwhelmed, meeting mine as I push deeper, inch by inch, until her mouth falls open on a trembling gasp.
“Fuck, Marley…” I grit out. “The way you take me…”
She grips my arms, her entire body arching into me, wrapping around me, claiming me even as I sink deeper.
Her curves cradle me perfectly, soft, warm, and addictive. I slide my hands beneath her thighs, lifting them higher so I can move even deeper, angling her hips just how I know she likes.
When I bottom out, fully inside her, we both freeze.
Her breath catches.
Mine stops entirely.
We stare at each other, chests pressed together, hearts pounding in the same frantic rhythm, and something… shifts.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
But absolute.
Her hands cup my jaw, trembling but sure, her thumbs brushing my cheek as if she’s memorizing me. “God, you feel so good.”
I lean down, kissing her, hungry and desperate, then I move, slow at first, letting her feel every inch of the slide, every pulse of my body against hers.
Her thighs lock around my waist, pulling me deeper, her body clinging to mine as though she can’t get close enough. “More,” she whispers, breathless and desperate. “I need more.”
A growl tears out of me, raw and guttural. I brace one hand on the headboard, the other gripping her hip tight enough she gasps, and I drive into her again, deeper, harder, not rough, not punishing, but claiming.
Every thrust pulls a different sound from her throat. A gasp. A whimper. A moan that goes straight to my spine and sits there burning.
Her nails rake down my back, sharp and frantic, and the sting explodes across my skin. I feel it all the way to the base of my spine.
She lifts her hips, searching, and I adjust instinctively, angling her the way I’ve learned she loves, and when I hit it, when I slide into that exact spot inside her, her entire body jolts like she’s been struck by lightning.
