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“I want it to.” I grab ahold of her hips and dig my fingers into her soft, creamy flesh. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” I press in and out, easy the first few times, enjoying the tight glove of her body over mine, then thrust into her hard as hell because I’ve lost all control. Skyla gives a few heated breaths like she’s enjoying it, and I hope to hell she is because I can’t stop. I can’t even think of slowing down. My heart races like a horse out the gate, my adrenaline surges to lethal levels, and I feel like I’m about to pass out from the pleasure of it all.
“ Shit ,” I pull her in tight and tremble over her back relentlessly hard with an intensity I hadn’t thought possible. Out there in the world, the gears were still grinding toward the future, one that I would never have, but with Skyla, but this moment, this night everything is suddenly enough. I give a soft tap to her thigh, and she collapses forward. Skyla turns as I land on top of her, drenched in a heated sweat. “You okay?” I kiss her temple and taste the salt from her skin—salty and sweet, vanilla and spice. I trace my finger to the soft hair at the base of her body, and now I want to taste all of her, memorize every texture and flavor over my tongue.
A tiny smile tugs at her lips. “You going to keep asking if I’m okay, all night ?” She pulls me in by the back of the neck and pecks a kiss on my lips.
A dull laugh rattles from me. “Okay, I won’t ask anymore, but if I’m hurting you, I want to know.”
A wicked gleam lights up in her eyes. “Maybe I want you to hurt me.”
“Please”—I shake my head—“I’ll feel like crap if I hurt you in any way, shape, or form. Feel free to get even if I do.”
She leans in and takes a generous bite out of my shoulder, and I groan because for one, it hurt like shit, and two, I kind of liked it.
“I was thinking more like this.” I graze my teeth over her neck, down across her chest, tugging at each of her nipples in turn between my teeth, then lower still to her stomach before twirling my tongue in her belly button.
“ Logan ,” she moans.
I move my grazing efforts south and gently kiss the curls at the base of her hips before opening her knees with my hands. Nirvana awaits. A lopsided grin perks on my lips as I gaze out at this foreign landscape. I’ve dreamt of it, imagined it, and here she is, open wide like the wings of a dove. Skyla’s body is stretched taut, toying with my sanity, stretching it to the limit right along with her.
“Whoa, where you going?” She pulls me up beside her, using her Celestra strength to do it, and I tighten my jaw in disappointment.
“You don’t play fair.” I touch a finger to her nose before tracing out her features.
“Yeah, well, I’m filthy, and sweaty, and all around gross.”
Her hair floats around her face like gold floss, like a halo, and she’s anything but gross.
“Really?” I bow down and run my tongue up her neck straight to her jawline. “You taste like sugar to me.”
“You’re supposed to say that”—she pulls me in by the small of my back until we’re fused together at the chest—“you’re my husband .” Her expression softens. “That felt good to say.”
“You’re my wife.” My chest loosens. “That felt amazing to say.”
“I think you’re amazing.” She runs her fingers through my hair never taking her eyes off mine.
“I think you’re amazing.” I scoop her into my arms and start heading across the room.
“Where we going?” Her feet scissor in the air, and she looks cute as hell with the anticipation in her eyes.
“Rumor has it you’re filthy, and sweaty, and all around gross.”
“ Hey .” She swats me over the chest.
“I’m just repeating what I heard.” I walk us into the gargantuan bathroom that could easily fit the entire Oliver living room inside it.
I take a step into the tub, and the water is warmer than it was when we first arrived. Probably
“I want it to.” I grab ahold of her hips and dig my fingers into her soft, creamy flesh. “Let me know if I’m hurting you.” I press in and out, easy the first few times, enjoying the tight glove of her body over mine, then thrust into her hard as hell because I’ve lost all control. Skyla gives a few heated breaths like she’s enjoying it, and I hope to hell she is because I can’t stop. I can’t even think of slowing down. My heart races like a horse out the gate, my adrenaline surges to lethal levels, and I feel like I’m about to pass out from the pleasure of it all.
“ Shit ,” I pull her in tight and tremble over her back relentlessly hard with an intensity I hadn’t thought possible. Out there in the world, the gears were still grinding toward the future, one that I would never have, but with Skyla, but this moment, this night everything is suddenly enough. I give a soft tap to her thigh, and she collapses forward. Skyla turns as I land on top of her, drenched in a heated sweat. “You okay?” I kiss her temple and taste the salt from her skin—salty and sweet, vanilla and spice. I trace my finger to the soft hair at the base of her body, and now I want to taste all of her, memorize every texture and flavor over my tongue.
A tiny smile tugs at her lips. “You going to keep asking if I’m okay, all night ?” She pulls me in by the back of the neck and pecks a kiss on my lips.
A dull laugh rattles from me. “Okay, I won’t ask anymore, but if I’m hurting you, I want to know.”
A wicked gleam lights up in her eyes. “Maybe I want you to hurt me.”
“Please”—I shake my head—“I’ll feel like crap if I hurt you in any way, shape, or form. Feel free to get even if I do.”
She leans in and takes a generous bite out of my shoulder, and I groan because for one, it hurt like shit, and two, I kind of liked it.
“I was thinking more like this.” I graze my teeth over her neck, down across her chest, tugging at each of her nipples in turn between my teeth, then lower still to her stomach before twirling my tongue in her belly button.
“ Logan ,” she moans.
I move my grazing efforts south and gently kiss the curls at the base of her hips before opening her knees with my hands. Nirvana awaits. A lopsided grin perks on my lips as I gaze out at this foreign landscape. I’ve dreamt of it, imagined it, and here she is, open wide like the wings of a dove. Skyla’s body is stretched taut, toying with my sanity, stretching it to the limit right along with her.
“Whoa, where you going?” She pulls me up beside her, using her Celestra strength to do it, and I tighten my jaw in disappointment.
“You don’t play fair.” I touch a finger to her nose before tracing out her features.
“Yeah, well, I’m filthy, and sweaty, and all around gross.”
Her hair floats around her face like gold floss, like a halo, and she’s anything but gross.
“Really?” I bow down and run my tongue up her neck straight to her jawline. “You taste like sugar to me.”
“You’re supposed to say that”—she pulls me in by the small of my back until we’re fused together at the chest—“you’re my husband .” Her expression softens. “That felt good to say.”
“You’re my wife.” My chest loosens. “That felt amazing to say.”
“I think you’re amazing.” She runs her fingers through my hair never taking her eyes off mine.
“I think you’re amazing.” I scoop her into my arms and start heading across the room.
“Where we going?” Her feet scissor in the air, and she looks cute as hell with the anticipation in her eyes.
“Rumor has it you’re filthy, and sweaty, and all around gross.”
“ Hey .” She swats me over the chest.
“I’m just repeating what I heard.” I walk us into the gargantuan bathroom that could easily fit the entire Oliver living room inside it.
I take a step into the tub, and the water is warmer than it was when we first arrived. Probably
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