Page 110 of Fighting Fate

He peels off his shorts all the way, revealing his delicious ass. And, goddamn, I just want to sink my teeth into it as he moves toward the bed.

This man . . . he's breathtakingly . . . mine.

Effortlessly, he lifts his shirt over his head, casting a knowing glance toward the bed. His bed.

A fleeting thought crosses my mind about its past, its history with others.

Milli, focus. He's just poured his heart out to you.

As if he can sense the tumult in my thoughts, he reassures me, "Never, baby, this bed, us, it's a first."

A timid smile finds its way to my lips, because honestly, what woman wouldn't be moved by such words, especially given how many vie for Miles' attention? My eyes drift to the scar above his navel, a mark that somehow makes him even more attractive. It's a symbol of his bravery, a testament to his resilience against whatever life throws at him. He doesn't let it define him; instead, he wears it openly, a display of pride rather than something to hide. And there's something incredibly appealing about that kind of confidence and self-acceptance.

"Mills, stop eye-fucking me and get your ass on my bed." I gracefully make my way toward his bed. Miles swats at my ass in passing, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Your ass; it's irresistible to me. Every time I see it, I just have to touch it," he says, half-joking, half-serious.

I give a shimmy, adding a teasing sway to my hips. His groan of appreciation follows, mingling with my laughter as I settle onto the bed. I take a seat on the edge of his bed as I say, "It's a nice ass, isn't it?"

Miles closes the distance between us with a confident stride, positioning himself between my legs. His charisma is palpable.

He claims ownership in a lighthearted tone. "Mmhm, my ass." Gently lifting my chin, his lips meet mine in a tender, wanting kiss. His hands find their way around my bra and, with a single flick, it unclasps. A hooded gaze meets his eyes and there's nothing but heat in them. Heat, lust, and need. "God, these tits." His neck cranes back with a tortured groan. He eyes the ceiling for three beats before bending down on his haunches, heels to ass, and those deep blue eyes level with mine.

The air shifts again as he approaches me and takes me in a selfish kiss. He bends to my height as he works his lips down my collarbone and chest. His tongue swirls around my nipple, his throat rumbling in a groan before he slips it in his mouth. He sucks, making my back bow, and when he repeats it on the other side, I'm all but falling off the edge of his bed and into his lap.

"Come here," he beckons, his voice slightly roughened. He draws me closer, urging me to straddle him on the floor. He grabs my ass, sucking my other breast harder.

A moan escapes me. "You might just make me come again, just like this," I breathe out, half in disbelief.

His smile is felt more than seen as he gently rocks me, creating a delicious friction. "What can I say? I'm just that good." he murmurs, his voice rich with desire but also cocky.

He's got a point.

He tugs at the waistband of my panties with his, then lets it snap back against my skin. The sensation sends a wave of goosebumps cascading down my spine. In a second, I am thrown on his bed. Gracefully, he gently eases my panties down my legs. There I am, bare and open, my hair fanning out, while Miles stands, holding my underwear on one finger. "Goddamn," he breathes out.

He moves onto the bed confidently, casually tossing my panties aside. His smirk, as he catches my gaze following his every move, is filled with playful arrogance.

"Enjoying the view, Mills?" he teases.

Oh, if he only knew. I've always enjoyed watching him—on the football field, lost in thought during tutoring sessions, or even absorbed in his medical books.

In the brief time I've known Miles intimately, one thing has become crystal clear: he wasn't exaggerating when he said he knows how a real man should treat a woman. I'm witnessing it firsthand. He steps off the bed and retrieves a condom from his nightstand, opening it deftly with his teeth.

"Can I?" I ask, sitting up and moving toward him on the bed.

He raises an eyebrow. With a shrug and a smile, I reach for the condom, his readiness evident. Carefully, I roll it onto him, feeling the pulse of his excitement under my touch. Our hands meet, his guiding mine in a rhythmic motion, his eyes closing momentarily in pleasure.

He gestures toward the bed, signaling for me to move back. I obey, crawling backward. But instead of assuming a conventional position, I turn around, presenting myself on all fours, facing the headboard.

He laughs lightly, giving my ass a playful tap. "Mills, what are you doing?"

I glance back at him, our eyes locking. There's a spark in his gaze, and my cheeks warm with a blush.

"I thought...maybe you'd like this," I say, my voice tinged with shyness. "It's what I've read about, and I wanted to try something new."

He gives me another gentle slap, igniting a thrilling sensation. "I like anything with you, but I prefer seeing your face, that beautiful face I love so much," he says, climbing onto the bed behind me.

Oh, my heart. Will it ever feel normal hearing him say those words? Sure, we've exchanged I love you's as best friends, but this, this is entirely different.

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