He bent his lips down again, feathering them along my own. “Probably because I’m a great lay.”
I couldn’t help it. Even before I caught myself, my throat erupted in laughter. Such a tender moment, and he had to be such a dick about things. It was so quintessentially Fangs that it made me cry.
My laughter turned to tears in a heartbeat, and his lips didn’t stop peppering my cheeks as they soared down my skin.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured as he sank down on top of my body. “I’ve got you, and I’m never letting you go again.”
I cupped his cheek and turned his lips to mine. “You better fucking not, asshole.”
I raised myself up and captured his lips, and that was all it took. He slid his knees between my thighs and pried them open, frogging his legs out as his hands roamed along my waist. He cupped my tits and tugged at my shirt. He fiddled with the button on my pants as I raked my hands through his thick, wild hair. Our tongues intertwined in a familiar waltz they had long since memorized, and all I wanted was to lose myself in him. Over and over, until I couldn’t speak anything but his name.
However, reality slapped me back across the other side of my face.
“Wait a second,” I murmured against his lips.
“What’s up?” he whispered.
I froze. “What about Tee? What about my sister?”
He nuzzled his nose against mine. “Already taken care of. Reaper is on his way right now to pick her up.”
My lower lip quivered as my voice became nothing but a whisper. “You’re amazing.”
His smile was kind, and warm, and everything I had ever wanted in my life. “Well, you are remarkable.”
It was a moment I’d never forget so long as I lived. In that one, singular moment—as I gazed deeply into his twinkling, mischievously dark stare—I knew I had found my world. My life. My purpose. My future. I had found the man I wanted to have standing at my side until the day I died. The man I wanted to have a future with. The man I wanted to create a family with.
I loved Fangswith everything inside of me. And as I tugged his lips back down to mine, I gave myself over to him.
Body, mind, and soul.
23
FANGS
She tasted like rain during a sunny day. Her body felt like clouds as her curves caught my body. I devoured her, sliding my hands all along her peaks and valleys as the scent of her womanhood wafted from between her legs. And as I perched there, hovering over her, I gazed down into the face of the woman that had completely crawled beneath my skin.
While she held my heart hostage.
“Now, I get it,” I whispered.
“Get what?” Julia whispered back.
She rolled her hips against me, making my dick rock hard for her. I answered her question with a kiss along her pulse point, feeling her jump against me reminding me that she was alive.
That she was okay.
That, somehow, we had all made it out unscathed.
“God damn it,” I growled as I sank my face between her clothed tits.
I tugged her shirt down enough for those luscious breasts of hers to pop out. Her nipples puckered tightly for me, as if readying themselves for my tongue. I lapped against each of them, sucking and nibbling as she moaned like an angel for me. Her hips rolled, with her clothed pussy teasing the thickness of my cock. I threaded our hands together. I pinned them against the bed. She opened her body for me, allowing me full access as she arched her back, smothering me with her excess.
I couldn’t stand our clothes being in between us a second longer.
So, I quickly ripped them from our bodies before we tumbled back down to the mattress.
“My God, Fangs,” she said breathlessly, “why can’t I get enough of you?”
