Page 111 of Fighting Fate

He wraps one arm around my waist, the other caressing my front, pulling me up against him.

His breath is warm against my ear. "Let me see you, Milli Girl." His hand trails down, igniting a fire within me, making it difficult to move.

His movements bring us closer, his length sliding against me. He kisses my neck tenderly. "Ready for this, Mills?" he whispers.

I nod eagerly, feeling his chuckle vibrating through me. Gently, he guides me onto my back, following my lead. Our legs intertwine as he positions himself, the moment charged with anticipation. We pause, our breaths and gazes locked, understanding the significance of this step. Finally, he shifts, entering me carefully. A gasp escapes me as I adjust to him, my toes curling.

My voice is barely a whisper. "It feels . . . too big."

"Baby, you got this," he assures me, confidence lacing his voice. As he gently caresses my clit, a moan escapes my lips. His movements are tender, coaxing me to relax. "Just breathe, Mills. Deep breaths," he guides me.

Following his instruction, I inhale deeply, allowing my body to yield. Gradually, he moves, and I feel the fullness of him, a sign that he's completely within me.

His low groan breaks the silence. "Shit, y-you, feel amazing, Mills," he murmurs, his voice filled with wonder. His query echoes in my mind as I try to ignore the sharp stretch.

"This live up to your book expectations?" He chuckles with light amusement.

I smile despite the intensity of the moment. Always the book jokes.

He checks in. "Still okay?" I nod. The pain is more of a dull ache now, that delicious pinch of being too full.

"Good," he responds, then moves his hips and thrusts fully inside, his body splayed over me, pinning me to the bed. His hands travel down my arms until they reach my hands above my head, intertwining our fingers. He holds himself up to not crush me, but I can feel how hard he's breathing. He begins to move with pace and it feels insanely amazing. So incredible. So big. So warm. It's beyond what I ever imagined sex would be like with him—so real, so profound.

He whispers near my ear, "Mills, this was supposed to happen between us, you know that?"

His words blur into the background as I match his movements, lost in the rhythm.

"Fate wanted this for us, no matter the future," he continues, one hand leaving mine to explore further, heightening the sensation.

"M-Miles," I stutter out, barely a whisper.

"Mmm," he responds, a soft hum vibrating in the air.

He suddenly pulls out, the emptiness hollowing my stomach before his hand removes itself from my clit as it opens my legs, putting one on his shoulder, giving himself a better angle before he guides himself back inside of me. We both groan as he fills me. He slides in easier this time, my body ready and willing to take him.

His hand anchors my hips while he fills me over and over again, placing kisses on the inside of my ankle as it rests on his shoulder. He plays with my clit. He squeezes my tits. Then he bends forward, folding my leg into my chest as he uses the leverage of the bed to fuck me into the mattress.

And. Oh. My. God.

I'm at his mercy, and he's not holding back, sweat beads on his brow, our skin sliding together as my hands search for something to hold on, my nails digging into his back.

"Too good, baby," he murmurs. He snaps his hips to thrust again as he brackets my jaw with a single hand and kisses me roughly, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. His body falls onto mine as our movements change.

It's less frantic.

We sync into a rhythm, our kisses unfolding slowly, exploring deeply. His forehead touches mine, his hands roaming, cherishing every inch of my skin. My fingertips dig slightly into his lower back as he moves with me, in harmony.

Our eyes lock.

It's intimate.

Right now, it's only us, everything else dissolving into insignificance.

"I love you, Milli Girl," he whispers, his nose gently brushing against mine. A tear escapes me, a reaction to the tender familiarity of that nickname, reserved only for our most heartfelt moments. He meets my tear with a soft kiss, and I embrace him fully, our bodies intertwined in perfect harmony until we both are coming.

We're touching and stroking; we both ease back down, and when Miles pulls out of me, I've never felt so empty, losing that connection. He plays with my hair as he lays at my side, watching me with appreciative and longing eyes.

"So perfect," he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress.

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