Page 65 of Changing Tides

“Promises, promises,” she utters as I hook one of her legs behind my back.

“Oh, baby, that’s a fucking fact,” I assure her as I rake my teeth over one of her taut rosy nipples.

Her back arches, and she moans as I knead the other breast while sucking the stiff peak into my mouth.

They’re slightly bigger than I remember. Full and supple. Fitting perfectly into my palms.

Her fingers dig into the tense muscles of my back as I lavish her tender flesh with attention before kissing a path down to her belly button. I bear up and kneel between her knees. She comes up to an elbow and watches as I take my cock in my hand and bring the tip to her entrance.

I tease her. Sliding it up and down her glistening slit. Coating myself with her wetness.

“Sebastian.”

“What, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me. Right the fuck now,” she cries.

At her demand, I move over her, and her arms come to my shoulders. I take her mouth, and she kisses me back. More urgently than before as I thrust into her, slowly at first, until her muscles contract around me. I groan and move my hips, pounding into her.

“I want you to still feel me inside of you tomorrow,” I grit out as I pepper her neck with kisses and increase my rhythm.

The smell of her skin, the feel of her breath against my neck, the way she purrs when the scruff on my face scratches her cheek, the salty taste of the sweat beading on her upper lip, and the way her eyes dilate as she gets closer to orgasm all mingle together and drive me fucking wild.

I continue to rock inside of her and shove my hand between us so I can massage her clit. It’s exactly what she needs, and her muscles tighten around my cock. It’s exquisite torture. She digs her nails into my ass as her orgasm hits, and she cries out my name while I coax every drop of pleasure from her.

I steadily pump in and out until her whimpers give way to trembling. Then, my back arches, and a guttural growl escapes me as my release follows, and I empty myself before collapsing on top of her, completely spent.

She reaches up and starts to run her fingers through the damp hair at the nape of my neck. “Thank you.”

I raise my head and give her a questioning look.

Her mouth quirks into a sexy grin. “For keeping your promise.”

Fuck me.

I leave her lying naked in the middle of the bed as I stride to the attached bathroom to dispose of the condom and fetch her a warm washcloth.

When I return, she’s on her side, hugging one of my pillows, and she’s fast asleep. Setting the washcloth on the nightstand, I slide in behind her and pull the thick navy comforter over us.

The sound of her muffled breathing, combined with the physical exertion, lulls me under too.

The alarm on my phone starts blaring, and I roll over to beat it silent, but when I reach on the nightstand for it, it’s not there.

It stops a minute later, so I roll back over, and my body stops against something soft and warm. My arm goes around her, and I pull her back against me. She sighs and nuzzles in closer, the movement causing my body to come to life. My mouth finds her neck, and just as I’m about to taste her skin, the annoying fucking sound blasts out again.

I jolt up, looking around the room for my phone when I realize it’s not my alarm.

Avie groans as her eyes flutter open. “Make it stop.”

“I would if I knew where it was coming from,” I say.

Her hand comes up and points somewhere in the direction of the end of the bed.

“My phone’s in the pocket of my dress,” she says.

I crawl down until I can reach her discarded clothing. I search for the phone and stop the alarm, noticing that it’s four o’clock in the morning.

What the fuck?

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