Page 106 of Firefly Effect

I swear the man is trying to devour me like I’m his last meal. He’s sucking and slurping, licking and flicking. There’s no pattern to his madness, just constant attention to my clit before a moan escapes me. My next orgasm is more intense, electrifying my nerves and causing my muscles to weaken.

“Linc, I think you might end up killing me tonight if you keep this up.”

He stands, pressing his body against mine and teasing his lips with mine. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll revive you.”

Before I can react, he picks me up into his arms and he walks us out of the shower. I’m not even sure how he manages to turn it off on the way out, but the water squeals to a halt. The next thing I know, I’m getting placed on a firm mattress, my body and hair soaked from our shower.

He doesn’t seem to care one bit as he crawls on top of me, lifts one of my knees and presses it toward me, and then pushes his cock inside of me so fast I gasp from the shocking feel of him.

Nothing will ever prepare me for his size, yet nothing could fill me so perfectly, so fully. The man was made for me, and I will never take that for granted.

“I want to fuck you,” I beg him, knowing if he keeps this up, I’ll be on my third orgasm before I could ever repay him. “Will it hurt if I get on top?”

He slows his hips from rocking into me as his teeth scrape his bottom lip. “No, not if I sit up.”

I’m nearly in tears when he slips out of me, but it’s not long until he’s pulling me onto his lap and I’m sinking back down around him.

“Ah, yes,” I groan as my muscles clench against his thick shaft. I can feel him so deep from this angle that I’m surprised it doesn’t hurt.

“Tell me how I feel.” His eyes are hooded, and his words come out so low and gravelly that a chill snakes up my spine.

I grab hold of my breasts so I can pick up the pace. “Too good to be true,” I gasp. “I love the way you fill me, so completely.” Then I lean forward, because I want him to know that he fills me in more than one way. My heart is the fullest it’s been my whole entire life, and it’s all thanks to him.

I kiss him slowly as my hips pick up the pace. His fingers dig into my hips like he’s trying to steady me, but I’m not sure if that’s possible. I’m chasing another orgasm, but first, I need to make sure he’s with me.

“Come with me?”

He nods against my mouth. “You couldn’t stop me if you tried. I’m with you, babe.”

We’re frantic now, our slick skin slapping together as he drives into me as deep as he could possibly go. Just when I feel my orgasm begin to take control, a sexy groan releases from his throat, telling me he’s just as close. That’s when I let go. The jar cracks, we both escape, and then we’re flying, soaring, lighting up the night sky, our souls now conjoined into one.

Our bodies slow as our breathing grasps for control. We hold each other tight, still connected, his arousal seeping out from where we’re connected.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshiping you, Evelyn Vaughn.” His promise comes with a kiss to my chest, right above my heart. “Loving you…” He kisses me again. “Chasing fireflies with you.” Another kiss.

My throat tightens with emotion. “Linc,” I try, but my voice is just a feigned attempt.

“All I want is to make you so damn happy,” he says, this time looking up and deeply into my eyes.

“You already do, Linc.” I swallow over the lump in my throat. “I love you so much.” I place my hands on both of his cheeks. “More than fifteen-year-old me could have ever imagined. I chose you then, you know?” Then I smile, loving that he told me he would spend his life chasing fireflies with me. “Of all the fireflies in the sky, I knew it then. You’re my one and only.”

His cheeks lift and his nose brushes mine. “I guess that means you’re finally moving in. You heard Lucy earlier.” He grins. “She thinks we should get married and everything. I know how you hate disappointing her.”

I bite down on my smile, but I can’t contain it long. “You’re evil.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Just trying to make my two favorite girls happy.” His gaze softens, a seriousness radiating from them now that causes my heart to kick. “Marry me, Evie.”

I open my mouth in surprise, ready to tell him he’s crazy, but he’s not done talking.

“I don’t have a ring. I didn’t plan this at all.” He shakes his head. “But if there’s anything I’ve learned since losing Carley, it’s that time is the most precious thing we have. I don’t want to waste another second when I already know you’re my forever.” His eyes search mine. “Marry me,” he says again, this time a whisper. “Evelyn Beatrice Vaughn.”

Seconds pass, only because it’s hard for me to speak with this damn lump lodged in my throat. I’m not sure I ever told Lincoln my middle name, but I remember telling his sister fourteen years ago.

I swallow over my building emotions and sip in as much air as humanly possible while my heart orchestrates an entire symphony in my chest. “Yes,” I finally say.

Lincoln’s eyes widen but he doesn’t say a word.

“Yes,” I echo, this time with a slow smile spreading across my face. “I’ll marry you.” Pressing my lips to his, I can feel my eyes burning with a fresh set of tears. “Dr. Lincoln Reed.”

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