“If we do this, Dove, ain’t no undoing it. I don’t fuck around with a lot of broads.”
“That’s not what Daniella said.”
“You ain’t Daniella. Let’s be clear: If I fuck this pussy, I own this pussy.”
“It’s yours, Reigh. Nobody else’s,” I vowed.
He released my fingers, and I tugged at his pants as he stripped his shirt off, and the rest of his clothes followed. We tumbled back onto the bed, and I allowed my fingers to trail over a myriad of tattoos as his powerful legs shoved mine apart.
My belly clenched and my pussy pulsed when I felt his hard muscle swing against my leg as he made room between them. I lifted my legs, wrapped them around his back, and grabbed his erection.
“Ohh!” I cried out when he flexed it in my palm.
“You gon’ play with it or ride it, li’l bit?”
I pressed his erection against my core, and he reached between us and spread me open. He took over, guiding himself into me until he stretched me wide and fully seated himself inside of me. I cried out at the intense pleasure of being filled for the first time in a year and of how our bodies connected so intimately.
Our kiss was open-mouthed as I reached up and freed his braids from the bun. “We never?—”
“We can stop.” He panted as his tongue slid over mine.
“I can’t.”
“I’m good. Tests are clean.”
“Me too. It’s been so long,” I replied in a raspy voice.
“I never?—”
I silenced him with a kiss before I spoke again. “Never?”
“Never. No.”
“Daniella?” I asked.
“Never.” His voice was a harsh reprimand as he penetrated deeper and pillaged my insides. His confirmation that he’d never slept with another woman raw awakened something deep inside of me. I could feel those carefully built walls I had erected starting to shift like tectonic plates.
He felt so good inside of me, I never wanted him to pull out.
As Reighvyn stroked the insides of me, kissed my body, and satiated my drought, I cried, begged for more, and welcomed him deeper into the heart of me. For the first time in a long time, I felt that I had found my home.
My back arched off the bed as he pushed me to depths I had never experienced before. My fingers worked deep into his skin; the pads of my fingers connected with the deep scar tissue from the burns. I recalled what each of them looked like underneath the tattoos.
I nipped his neck, pressed my hips against his, and sealed our connection beyond the physical and sought the spiritual. When I released around him, it wasn’t just the physicality of the moment that drove me there; it was the realization that what I expressed with my body came from what was in my heart, and the source of that was that I loved this man and never had stopped, despite my feelings for Neal.
It was impossible to hold what I felt inside, impossible to ignore what he made me feel, and in the end, I couldn’t help but allow that declaration to pour from my lips. It was in stark contrast to what I had just told him, that I couldn’t offer anything more than sex.
“Oh, damn, Reighvyn. I love you.” I sobbed as I confessed my true feelings for my old friend.
His body froze for several seconds, but when it resumed its movements, it wasn’t the fast, thundering pace that shook my body and rocked me deep to my core. It was a subtle awakening, a realization that his greatest desire had come true. His strokes were deeper, yet slower and more evened. His kisses were genuine, seductive, yet sweet. With every touch of his hand, he awakened parts of me that I thought had been long dead.
Reighvyn made me feel again—alive, loved, and desired.
TWO DAYS LATER
MMA fighter losingthe greatest fight of his life? Reighvyn Bloom was reinstated to the MMA, but he seems to be losing in love a second time. The championship fighter has fallen for the woman who’s known to break up homes and hearts . . .
“What do you mean that you worked out a deal with the reporter and the media outlet he represents?” I demanded as I stared at the headline and report on my tablet about Dove and me.
