Page 95 of Secret Love

I sit back and swallow, my throat tingling with satisfaction.

“Fucking hell, Dani…”

I look up as Fox’s hands cup my face.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, pulling me up off the floor onto his lap.

I straddle him as he holds me against him. He crushes his mouth on mine, gently soothing my numb lips with firm, warm kisses.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he says, clawing my back.

“I wanted to,” I say, gasping for air.

He forces our lips together again. His kisses become hard and wild, an insatiable lust traveling from his tongue onto mine. I feel his erection growing between us again and I stiffen as I feel it press along my still-dripping slit.

“I need you,” he says with heat on his breath. “Fuck, Dani, I need you…”

I reach down to take hold of his cock and guide it toward my entrance. His touch digs into my spine, begging me to drive him home. He kisses my collarbone and licks the sweat off my neck. I quiver on him, feeling an impossible passion take hold of me, as I push him inside.

We moan together, our lips entwined. I hover on him, my inexperience bringing me pause. I place my hands on his thighs to prop myself up, looking down to watch as he disappears even deeper inside.

Fox puts his hands on my hips and moves me forward and back. His cock glides in and out, the image alone enough to spark life through my sex. Instinct carries me further and I move my hips to match Fox’s guiding hand. He lets go and places one thumb against my clit between us, sending a fresh fire throughout my body.

I squeeze his thighs beneath me as I grind against his touch. “Oh, god,” I moan.

He thrusts upward in time with my movements. We laugh and moan and kiss, our sweat-covered bodies becoming one.

When I come again, I do it with tears in my eyes. Never in my life, never once beneath the glaring Hollywood spotlight, have I ever felt so good. So trusted and wanted. So unbelievably loved.

I let my tears fall and Fox pauses to kiss my cheeks. “Do you need to stop?” he asks.

I shake my head, unable to speak. I kiss him instead and he wraps his thick arms around me. He lifts me up and turns us around on the bed, laying me down on my back. I hook my legs along his waist as he aligns us and sheaths himself inside of me again.

Waves of heat overtake me as he thrusts harder and faster. I lie back, letting it wash over me. Fox holds me down at the wrists, but I happily submit to the rough touch. He leans in to kiss me, quickly leaving pecks on my face, neck, and chest. I moan from pleasure and pain as my groin and legs grow tired.

“Fox,” I say, my voice struggling as the bed creaks loudly.

I look up into his dark eyes and that damned cobra stares back at me, black and cold. I see it all in his eyes. All the death and pain. Blood and terror.

I twist my hand to entwine our fingers. “Fox,” I say again. “Look at me.”

He pauses his thrust deep inside of me and releases my other wrist.

“Come back.” I cup his face. “It’s just you and me.”

His chest heaves, but I see the light slowly returning to his eyes. He rests his head on my shoulder. I kiss his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “If I hurt you…”

“You didn’t,” I say, stroking a finger through his beard. “I thought I lost you for a second.”

He smiles and kisses my palm. “You couldn’t.”

I kiss his sweet lips. “Keep going.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I touch his back and remember his bandages. “Aren’t you in pain?”

“Oh, yeah,” he says, our lips grazing again. “But it’s worth it.”

We laugh as his hips begin that lovely, teasing grind again.

It feels good to forget the outside world. No Snake Eyes. No Mercer Black. No over-protective father who will surely throw a conniption fit when he finds out about this. Just me and Fox in his cabin, finally together against all odds.

I don’t want this night to end.

But every scene eventually fades to black.

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