Page 103 of Little Blue

“Again.”

Her hands drift from my chest around my neck, fingertips sinking into my hair. She brushes her full, soft lips over mine. “I’m in love with you, Ilya.” She kisses me, holding nothing back. “I love you.”

I kiss her back now, letting my body fall over hers as she hugs me to her. My heart swells as she pulls me to her. I kiss her deeply, wishing I could climb inside her body and stay for eternity within her warmth. She wraps her legs around my waist, a shudder rolling through her body as I rock my length into her wet heat. My girth spreads her as I stroke my length against her, not yet sinking inside.

Pulling back from her kiss, I say, “This is what I wanted for your first time.”

There is so much guilt living within me for how I took her tonight.

She holds my eyes. “My first time was everything I wanted it to be, Ilya.”

How can that be?

How can she be this perfect?

“Little Blue.”

“Make love to me, Ilya.” She kisses me softly. “Make love to me now, gentle. Tenderly. How you imagined it.”

I groan at the thought. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” She pouts. It’s so adorable, I can’t help the spread of my grin.

I fucking love this woman.

“I just took your virginity, and I wasn’t gentle about it.”

“I’m not sorry.” I know she’s lying. She has to be.

“Not tonight, Little Blue.”

“Ilya.” She catches my face between her hands, forcing my eyes to hers. “Please.”

I’m helpless against her. She has got to know that she could ask me for the moon, and I’d find a way to give it to her.

With shattered will, I take her mouth in a deep kiss. She opens to me without any hesitation. It’s only been two months, but I have her. All of her. Mine.

I am hers. I’ll be hers until the last breath I breathe. When my dark soul departs this body, I will still be hers, clinging to her golden light, absorbed by her in death just as I am in this life.

“I love you,” I say into our kiss. “I love all the beautiful parts of you, Irelynn.”

Her legs part wider, pleading for me without words as I guide my tip to her entrance and slowly, gently, I push inside.

I just had her, but she grips me impossibly tight. With every gentle thrust of my hips, she sucks me in deeper. Little cries tangle with tiny sighs as they burst from the deep of her. I swallow every sound, devouring every little moan.

Bottoming out inside her wet heat, I pause. I kiss her mouth, her cheeks, her closed eyelids and her temples. My hands roam her body, memorizing the feel of her soft skin beneath my touch. She holds nothing back as I begin to move again, marveling at the way she moves with me. At the way she fits around me and beneath me.

“You were made for me.” I grip her hip as I begin to pump steadily, my rhythm still slow even if it's a bit more aggressive.

Her soft moans turn ragged as she clings to me, her hips rocking into mine, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“You’re perfect.” I kiss her throat. “You feel so good around me.”

Her breath hitches as we climb higher and higher. I grip her hip in my hand, pulling out completely before I sink to the hilt. I do this again and again, watching the way her breasts bounce every time I fill her.

I feel her body tighten around mine, the quiver of her pleasure under my touch. She’s close.

I pull out and thrust in long and slow and deep.

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