I spread my legs, beckoning him inside me. This is what I want, what I need. Kam to take me, to own me, to love me. With a powerful thrust, he drives into me, and we both cry out. He’s harder than a rock and hungrier than a lion. My body responds, soaking his surging cock with excitement. With arousal.
“Fuck, Kam,” I can barely breathe as we both rock our hips as hard and fast as we can.
“Laney, it’s only you. It will only ever be you,” he pants, as he picks up the pace, the stroke of his cock becoming deeper and more aggressive.
We’re both gasping for air within a few seconds, the moment of impact pending.
“Kam, you’re going to make me come again.” My limbs lock up as his pelvis grazes my clit and his swollen erection fills me to the brim.
“That’s what I want. You to come all over me. All fucking over me.” The muscles on his back are as rigid as a mountain range as we fuck. My hair is matted from sweat, and my thighs are sore from all the physical tension, but it’s my core that traps me in the moment. Because when it finally catches fire, it burns me alive. I feel the orgasm everywhere, from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.
I latch onto Kam, spewing every curse word in the book as I come freely and gloriously. All my cells pulse, my eyelids flutter, and my pussy aches as he climaxes mere seconds after me.
We’re imprisoned within each other, and it’s a life sentence I will gladly live out. Because with Kam I can do anything and be anyone. He said I was his foundation, he’s definitely mine, too.
I felt it the first time he kissed me all those years ago. Before I met him, my feet were dangling, and after I met him, they were planted firmly on the ground.
“I love you, Laney,” he groans, high on ecstasy.
“I love you, too.” I touch his face, spent, satisfied, and spoken for by the boy who demanded my heart and the man who vows to keep it safe.
Keep it forever.
We lie lazily soaking up the reconnection. “Does it hurt?” I touch the angry bruise on Kam’s neck.
“Only when someone pokes it.” He grits his teeth. I laugh apologetically.
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” He tightens his arm around me and closes his eyes.
“You had a pretty rough weekend, huh? Almost getting decapitated twice? What do you think the odds of that are?” I ponder.
“A zillion to one, I’m sure.”
“Well, the odds have always been in your favor.”
“Lucky me.”
“Yes, lucky you.” I pinch him.
“Ouch! What was that for?”
“Just making sure you know how lucky you are.”
“I know. Trust me, I know. I was an emotional wreck there for a while. And I’m sorry.”
I lift my head, my dark hair falling over my shoulder like a veil. “You don’t have to be sorry. I know you carry around a lot of responsibility. And I know you care about your team like they’re a litter of puppies.”
“They definitely feel like a litter of puppies sometimes.” He snorts.
“My point is, what makes you so amazing is that you care so much. And I get it. I understand you.”
“I know you do. You always have.” Kam laces our fingers together and flashes my diamond in the rays of sunlight streaking through the wall of windows. Tiny rainbows dance on the surface. “Which is why I got this while I was away.” He shows me his wrist. It’s covered with a small bandage. I was so caught up in the makeup frenzy, I was completely oblivious to it.
“What did you do?” I perk up.
“Something that felt totally right. Peel it off.”
