Page 110 of Static

I was aching for him. Greedy for what only he could give me. His fingers brushed over my core, teasing me until I was panting.

"Soaking wet," he said. "God, you're perfect."

"I want you," I pleaded.

"You'll get me. Soon."

I groaned, trying to hold still as he kissed his way down my body. He pushed my legs apart and nuzzled me. His tongue swiped over my clit, and then sucked it into his mouth. Shoving as much of my fist into my mouth as I could fit, I bit down to hold my cry of pleasure inside. I didn't want to wake the kids. If they got up right now and interrupted us, I would die. On the spot. I needed Static too much to stop.

"So good," I moaned.

"Come," he growled against my core. "I want to taste you when you shatter."

As if waiting for permission, my body responded. Stars exploded behind my eyes and I arched off the bed.

His heavy arm banded over my hips, holding me down so he could continue to torment me.

When the wave passed, I fell limply against the mattress, breathing heavily.

Static slid back up my body and took my mouth in a slow, sweet kiss. "You taste fucking amazing."

I grinned up at him, brushing my fingers over his cheek. "I love you." I was euphoric, floating, but there was still a spark of need deep in my belly.

"You ready?" he growled into my ear.

I nodded, lifting my hips as he notched his dick at my entrance.

"Or should I make you wait?" he teased.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tilted my hips, forcing him into my body.

"Fuck." His mouth crashed into mine.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as he began thrusting. His pace was brutal, exactly what I needed.

"Can't get enough," he said, his lips brushing my ear. "It's never going to be enough."

I moaned, tilting my head back as he kissed and nibbled along my neck.

"I want you to come again," he growled.

"Oh God, yes." My nails raked down his back.

He grunted and reached between us, pressing his thumb to my clit.

I bit down on his shoulder as the pleasure washed through me. My mind disconnected from my body, but I knew I was safe in his arms. Safe to fall apart. He'd be there to put me back together.

"Fucking hell," he growled, pounding into me.

When I finally collapsed against the bed, my body the same consistency as rubber, he gave a final thrust, seating himself as deep as possible. I stroked his back and he came. Enjoying that he found the same pleasure in me that I did him.

"Mmm," I hummed, loving the feeling of his weight over me.

He collapsed to the side, dragging me over to cuddle against his muscular body. He arched a little and I lifted my head to give him a questioning look. "Ring box is in my back," he muttered as he dug it out. He took the ring out and grabbed my hand. "No turning back now, Sugar. You're mine."

I sighed, holding my hand out and studying the physical claim he'd made on me. Every fiber of my being was doing a happy dance. "I wouldn't want anything else."

He kissed the top of my head. "Was I right?" he asked.

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