Page 49 of His Sacrifice

I cupped his face with my hands, feeling the roughness of his stubble against my palms. “I’m sorry, Creed.”

“Don’t be sorry, gorgeous. It totally sucked, but it made me into the man I am today. My mom died when I was thirteen, and I was placed in foster care. I was incredibly lucky to be adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Clark. They owned seventeen gas stations in Illinois and had money flying out of their pockets. They also were kind and took me in as their own. I met Leo when I was fifteen, and we’ve been like brothers ever since.”

“I thought you were Banachi?” I thought all of the guys were Banachi.

“I am. It might not say it on some piece of government paper, but Banachi is who I am. Leo, Apollo, Princeton, Murphy, and me are Banachi.”

“Brothers by choice,” I whispered, understanding dawning on me.

He nodded and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Exactly, gorgeous.”

I leaned my forehead against his, letting the warmth of his presence wash over me. “Thank you for telling me that. It makes me understand you even more.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, his voice a low rumble that I loved. “I want you to know everything about me.”

“I want the same, Creed. I want us to share everything, the good and the bad.”

He smiled, and it reached his eyes, making them sparkle. “You know, I never thought I’d find someone who would accept all of me, my past included.”

“You’ve never had a girlfriend, Creed, so I have to wonder if you ever really tried to find one,” I laughed.

He pulled me into a tighter embrace, and I felt the steady beat of his heart against mine. We sat there in silence for a while, just holding each other.

Finally, I broke the silence. “So, what’s the plan for the rest of the night?”

Creed chuckled. “I thought you wanted dessert.”

I grinned. “I do.” I wiggled on his lap, grinding down on him. “I do think we have too many clothes on.”

Creed’s eyes darkened with desire, and his hands moved to the hem of my shirt. He pulled it over my head slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. His fingers trailed down my sides, sending shivers through me. He unclasped my bra with practiced ease, slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over my skin before his lips followed. He suckled on my breasts, his tongue teasing my nipples until they were hard peaks. His hands palmed my full, lush breasts, kneading them gently. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I could feel the heat between us rising, and I needed to feel more of him. I popped open the buttons of his shirt, one by one, revealing his bare chest. My hands roamed over his muscular torso, feeling the strength beneath my fingertips.

He groaned, a deep, primal sound that made my pulse quicken. “Jada,” he murmured against my skin, “I need you.”

I shifted on his lap, straddling him more firmly. His hands slid down to my hips, guiding me as I ground against him. The friction was delicious, but it wasn’t enough. I reached down and unbuckled his belt, freeing him from the confines of his pants. He lifted his hips, helping me pull them off.

With his pants gone, there was just a thin barrier between us. I pushed my shorts and panties to the side, positioning myself over him. His hands gripped my hips tighter as I slowly lowered myself onto him, savoring the sensation of him filling me completely.

We moved together in a rhythm that felt both urgent and unhurried. I rode him, our bodies finding a perfect sync. His hands roamed over my back, my thighs, my breasts, touching and caressing everywhere he could reach. I leaned forward, my hands braced on his shoulders, and kissed him deeply.

Our breaths mingled, our moans filling the room as we lost ourselves in each other. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just us, tangled together in a moment of pure, unadulterated passion.

Creed’s hands gripped my hips harder, guiding my movements as our pace quickened. The intensity built between us, every thrust bringing us closer to the edge. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I threw my head back, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

“Creed,” I gasped, feeling the climax building inside me, “I’m so close.”

“Me too, gorgeous,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “Come for me.”

His words pushed me over the edge, and I cried out as the orgasm crashed over me. My body trembled with the force of it, and I felt Creed’s release follow, his grip on me tightening as he found his own peak.

We stayed like that for a moment, bodies entwined, breaths coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, the world came back into focus, and I collapsed against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath me.

“Wow,” I whispered, my voice still shaky. “That was...”

“Incredible,” Creed finished for me once again, kissing my forehead softly. “You’re incredible, Jada.”

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