Page 138 of The Sweetest Return

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” I drew him closer. “Please.”

The word broke what was left of his restraint.

He pushed the rest of the way in slowly, forehead falling against mine as a rough sound tore from his throat.

“Fuck, Imani.”

I tightened around him.

His eyes shut.

“Do not do that yet.”

“What?”

“Clench on me like that.” His lips brushed mine. “This pussy too tight for games.”

A breathless laugh escaped me.

He smiled into it.

Then he moved.

Slow at first, enough for both of us to feel every inch leaving and returning, every drag, every breath, every place memory had lied about being enough. His arms framed my head. My legs wrapped around his waist. The city glowed beyond the windows, but all I saw was him.

The chain swung between us when he moved, diamonds flashing inches from my face every time the city light found them. Once, the stones brushed cool against my chest before his body covered mine again.

Ridiculous that I noticed. Completely on brand that I did.

Those were some serious fucking diamonds.

His mouth moved to my tattoo again.

He kissed it while he fucked me.

Soft mouth. Deep strokes. His name under his lips and his dick filling me so well I could barely keep my eyes open.

“Dre.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t.”

His hips slowed, just enough to make me feel all of him. “Then tell me.”

“I missed you.”

Something moved through him.

The filthy edge stayed, but tenderness came with it, and the combination made my chest tighten. He kissed me hard before his pace deepened, claiming nothing I had not offered. His hips drove into mine with enough force to move me higher against the bed, and my nails dragged down his back when he found the angle that struck exactly where I needed him.

I cried out.

“Right there?”