Page 124 of The Price of Forever

“Ok, so destroy everything that was in the same room as Eli. Noted.”

Seven freed his cock from the dark briefs he wore, then his hands slid beneath my ass cheeks. His silky hot erection glided against my needy core, nudging for entrance. I inhaled sharply, digging my nails into the ridge of his shoulders as he dragged his drugged gaze up to find mine.

“Ruin the clothes,” he corrected. “Don’t want to see them ever again.”

I exhaled shakily as his cockhead eased inside me. I was turned on immensely, but the few days without extensive foreplay or fucking made me worry my pussy had forgotten how to handle him. My head dropped to the windowpane with a loud thunk.

“Careful,” he rumbled, his eyes on his cock sliding into me.

I squeezed his biceps as he pushed himself inside me. My lips parted as I welcomed the hot glide of his skin. There was nothing more perfect than this: his steel heat filling me, the warmth of his body around me. Safe. Protected. Turned on. Cherished.

My eyes fluttered shut.

“Eyes on me, Jordan.”

I forced my eyes open, finding his hungry gaze waiting for me. Desire prickled through every inch of my body. Fuck, I loved this man. I loved everything about him. The way he held me. The way he fucked me. The way he honored me but also commanded me.

“You are so fucking sexy, Seven,” I said, the guttural edge to my voice surprising even me. “I want to explode.”

The corners of his lips curled up. “I plan on making you do just that.”

“For all of Manhattan to see?” I teased. My bare ass was smashed against his window.

“No. Only I get to see that.” He looked smugly satisfied as he pushed himself in deeper, so slowly despite the urgency I could feel in his kisses and behind every movement. “They just get to see what they can’t have.”

His rough hand cupped the side of my face, claiming my lips in a deep kiss as he sank deep, burying himself until there was no space left. I squeezed my legs around him, needing even more, and he rocked against me, never breaking eye contact. With a free hand, he ran his thumb gently back and forth across my clit while he plunged into me, filling me, completing me. The slick sounds of our lovemaking mingled with my whimpers and his grunts. The cold window at my back warred with the furnace heat between our bodies. Seven scooped me tighter against his body, pinching my clit and pounding into me as I rode the waves higher and higher.

His dark gaze was more intense than I’d ever seen. And I gladly got lost in the abyss. All I could feel was my love for him. I don’t know if it was the friction of his fingers combined with being stuffed with his cock, or whether his penetrating gaze really pushed me over the edge. But fireworks lit up, heating me from my toes all the way to my scalp. I clung to him, a strange, mewling moan piercing the air as he plunged into me over and over, driving me even higher.

“Ohhh, Jordan.” The grit in his voice rubbed me in all the right ways. “Do you know how hot it is when you come around my cock?”

My entire body shuddered against him in lieu of a response. He groaned low, tightening his arms around me and stilling. Then his shoulders shook, and his hips jerked one last time. His lips were on mine instantly, coaxing more kisses from me.

He pressed his thumb into my chin as we kissed, over and over again, until his dick softened slightly and he slipped himself out of me.

The words were at the tip of my tongue. I love you. I’d never said it to any man and meant it. But it seemed right—and time—with Seven.

I love you.

I pressed my forehead to his, trying to pry the terrifying words from my throat. The sweet drug of our passion still wound through me, making me sluggish. But when I looked into his eyes, I saw the same depth swirling there. It was like we’d said it, anyway. I could feel the love coursing through him; he showed me without saying it.

I stroked his cheek, unable to tear away my gaze.

“You want to go somewhere more comfortable?” he asked, hoisting me into his arms.

“I’ll go wherever you take me.” I giggled as he carried me toward the bathroom, where he set me down and gently cleaned between my legs with a warm washcloth. After that was done, he turned on the shower, the rush of water filling the bathroom.

“Let’s wash the Eli’s house off us,” he suggested. “Permanently.”

“Good idea. But just warning you: if that’s how you plan to fuck me after going to Eli’s house…”

He laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t even fucking say it.”

I traced my index finger along the indents of his abs and up to his pecs. “Well, you have to admit, you being on edge led to an excellent time on the windowsill.”

“I’ll admit that much.”

A comfortable silence settled between us as I relished the closeness, the intimacy.

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