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“I’ll divorce you.”
She raises an eyebrow.
I look at the shredded papers.
“Bad joke.”
“Very.”
I kiss her forehead.
Then her cheek.
Then her mouth.
Slow this time.
No contract.
No deadline.
No pretending.
When I pull back, I keep my hand at the back of her neck. “I love you.”
Her eyes soften. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I kiss her again. “And I’m done pretending you’re temporary.”
And then, without another word, I lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and I carry her straight up to my bed. Right here she belongs.
Chapter 10
Lila
Ishriek when he drops me onto the bed, but I groan a moment later when his lips trail down my neck, his hands pushing my pants down my thighs, and then his lips find my damp heat over my underwear. He inhales deeply, as if he’s savoring the scent of me, before he loops his fingers in my waistband and pushes them down my legs. I’m bare for him now, my pussy glistening with arousal. He growls softly, as if he’s been starved for me, and his tongue slides between my lips in slow, deft strokes. He attacks me with tenderness, laps at my folds like he can’t get enough.
He’s intoxicating. The way he moves his body and stalks me like a predator with his eyes across the room has had me in a frenzy thinking about his hard physical form pressed to mine. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and he wants me.
“Fuck, I need to taste this sweet pussy before I’m satisfied.” He catches my hips in his wide palms and yanks me tighter against his face, teeth catching at my clitoris before he drags slowly and shoves two fingers deep inside of my body.
He hooks them, and I groan and moan, his other hand catching my wrist and forcing my fingers to knead my own breasts.
“Tweak those pretty nipples for me,” he orders, and I do so instantly, zaps of fire shooting through me. “Harder, princess, don’t make me do it myself.”
I suck in a ragged breath of air, afraid to pinch harder but wanting to please him.
I groan when I pinch a second time, noticing the way his teeth drag across my clit harder as I do. I arch my hips, squirming for more pleasure and less pain as bouts of tingles erupt through my sensitive nerves.
“It feels amazing at first,” I husk, “and then almost painful after.”
“That’s because you need me to do it,” he grits, his wide palms snaking up my torso and making me feel like a sexy greek goddess. His to play with, his to fuck, his to serve. My body on fire, he cups my breast gently when he reaches the bottom curve, his thumb sweeping across the hard peak gently but quickly. I squirm and moan softly, needing to feel him everywhere.
His hand is gone then, and just as I expect it to land at my other breast, he lands a soft smack across my nipple, then slaps the other. I shriek, and he pinches, his other thumb and finger playing with my ass as two other digits work in and out of my pussy. He’s working me from all angles, my moans echoing off the walls.
Dane makes me feel so safe, so wanted, so cherished. Somehow, with his hands working me over and eliciting pleasure I’ve never known possible, I start to feel like maybe, just maybe, I do belong in his home, his life, his forever.
Wanting him so badly scares me, but not trying scares me even more.
