“Watch me,” I murmur before I race my lips down the length of her elegant neck, tonguing the spot where her pulse beats erratically. “I will do anything to protect what’s mine.”
We’re quiet for a moment, moving and shifting. Fucking without actually doing it? I don’t know how to describe it, but it feels fucking phenomenal.
“I don’t know.” She undulates beneath me, her body lighting up, responding to mine. I shift my hips, sending myself deeper, just before I pull back. “Maybe I’ll go with you.”
I pause, staring into her eyes. “You will.”
She rests her hand on my cheek, sincerity glowing in her bright blue eyes. “You’re right. I will do just about anything to have another chance with you. Even go back to New York and face all of my demons. Like my mother.”
I press my forehead against hers, thrusting deep and pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. “I’ve got you. Don’t worry about her.”
“So easy for you to say.” She runs her hands over my shoulders, her head falling back, eyes slowly closing. “God, that feels good. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
The rhythm is steady. In and out. Back and forth inside her wet, suctioning heat. She’s got the tightest, sweetest pussy and I’m addicted to it. To her.
I can’t get enough.
Without warning I pull out of her and she cries out, confusion on her beautiful face. Ignoring her protests, I grab her hips and flip her over so she’s on her stomach.
“Get on your hands and knees, Syl,” I command.
She doesn’t hesitate, scrambling into position, wagging her ass at me, her pink pussy glistening. I loom above her on my knees, grabbing her hip with one hand, slipping a finger deep inside of her with the other.
“Oh.” The sound falls from her lips when I add another finger, my gaze never straying as I push them in and out of her cunt. My fingers are coated with her juices and I pull them out, gently drifting them across the ridged skin of her ass.
A low moan falls from her lips and I test her back there, slipping just the tip of my finger inside of her. She stiffens, going completely still, her breaths heavy.
My finger sinks deeper, only by a centimeter or so and she spreads her knees wider, pushing back against my touch.
Sending me a little deeper still.
“Oh. My. God,” she bites out as I barely move my fingers in and out of her ass. “That feels…amazing.”
“About to feel even better,” I say before I guide my cock inside of her welcoming pussy.
I thrust hard, again and again, my fingers slipping out of her ass when I feel the need to grip her hips tight, keeping her in position. She moans with my every deep thrust, her fingers clawing at the sheets as if she’s completely out of control. I pound my way inside of her, concentrating on the rhythm, watching my cock slide in out of her, over and over, and that’s all it takes.
I’m coming. Fucking hard. So hard, my vision grows blurry as the shudders take over me. Her inner walls have me in a chokehold, strangling the orgasm right out of me and her name leaves me on a groan.
Fuck me.
When it’s over and we collapse onto the mattress, she crawls her way into my arms, her head nestled beneath my chin, her soft hair brushing against my jaw.
“Sometimes I worry I might die, it feels so good being with you,” she admits, her voice so soft I almost don’t hear her.
I slip my arm around her shoulders, pressing my lips to her forehead. “You’re never going to die on my watch.”
She strokes my chest, her light touch making goosebumps break out on my skin. “Promise?”
“Always.”
EIGHTEEN
SYLVIE
The past
My brother brought homea special Christmas present just for me, though he had no clue. The moment he walked into the house, the cavernous mansion we’ve spent every Christmas at since I could remember, all the air left my lungs when I first saw the dark-haired boy standing beside Whit.