Page 38 of One Weekend in London

Not knowing what I’m doing but allowing my want to guide me, I lower myself to his waiting lips, choking on a moan as he seals them around my aching clit and sucks.

Hard.

I cup my breasts, my head falling backward, eyes sliding closed as I find my rhythm. His skilled fingers dig into my flesh as he holds me steady, working me ruthlessly with lips and teeth and tongue until I’m grinding against him, chasing my release as if I’ll die if I don’t reach it.

Truthfully, I just might.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he growls, his words muffled and nearly indecipherable against my dripping core. “Ride me harder. Faster, baby. Soak my tongue with your sweetness. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel this greedy pussy fluttering.”

If I thought I’d found heaven before I was mistaken. Because this? This is heaven. As for Rhys, he’s a god I’ll gladly fall to my knees and worship for the remainder of my days.

“That’s it, Sadie.” He grips me harder, his tongue kissing the perfect spot as I jerk forward and back, then in a circle. “You’re doing so fucking good. Now come for me, love.”

Jerking my head upright, I lean forward and grab the headboard as he demanded earlier and speed up my movements. Close. I’m so close. Just another second of his tongue and...

I shatter, an ear-splitting scream breaking free.

Wave after wave of blinding ecstasy crashes over and through me, making my body shudder and shake, my bones turning to Jell-O. Rhys works me through it, until I’m a trembling mess.

I’m a panting, spent mess.

Rhys sees it too.

Carefully, as if I’m made of glass, he eases me down onto the mattress before disappearing then returning, blanketing my body with his own to claim my mouth in a deep, drugging kiss before breaking away, meeting my eyes.

“Please tell me you’re on bloody birth control.” His harder-than-a-diamond cock bumps my center, the broad head nudging my soaked entrance. When did he even get undressed? I haven’t a clue. Too bad I didn’t get to see if he skipped wearing underwear like I suggested. “Because I need to feel you, all of you, with nothing between us.”

Everything I learned in sex ed flies right out the window at his words. Overcome by the depth of desire possessing me, I nod, my ability to speak having deserted me.

Just like my ability to think.

“I have an IUD,” I finally manage, my voice thin and needy. “And I’m clean. I got tested after catching Maxwell with Vanessa.”

I wait for the pain to hit, slamming into me like a sledgehammer, after mentioning them. For the gut punch the memory of their betrayal always conjures without fail.

But it never comes.

“Thank fuck.”

Lips moving along the sensitive column of my throat, he pushes forward, slow and controlled, until his thickness is sheathed to the hilt, stretching me almost to the point of pain.

Goodness gracious, he’s big.

“Christ, you’re so fucking tight. And look at how beautifully you’re taking me.” He starts to move then, slow at first, giving me time to adjust to him, then driving into me with deep, powerful strokes that move my entire frame, my breasts bouncing, the feel of him seeming to reach my throat.

“Fuck, the way you take me,” he grits out, half repeating himself, his jaw clenched with barely controlled restraint. “Like this perfect pussy was made for my cock.”

Moving with him as he slams into me, I wrap my arms around his strong back, my nails digging into his flesh, marking him with scratches as he did me with bruises.

Because if I’m his, then he’s mine too.

“You could have this every night, Sadie. My hungry mouth, my waiting fingers, my hard cock.” He pushes up onto his hands, hovering over me, watching as he fucks me, his lips slightly parted. “Whenever you wanted it, you could ride my face, have me bend you over the nearest chair...”

He leans down, closing the space.

His thrusts becoming harder, more desperate, he kisses the sensitive spot behind my ear, then whispers, “All you have to do is stay and let me worship this flawless body while I give you the entire sodding world and heal your broken heart.”

Tears sting my eyes when our gazes meet again, and I glimpse the naked vulnerability in his stare. God, I want to say yes. I’ve never felt so cherished, so perfectly possessed, in all my life. But the rational part of my brain—as small as it is—holds me back, unwilling to make promises my heart isn’t sure it can keep.

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