Page 104 of Forget Me Not

He’s forcing me to wait for it.

“I’m not sure I like your punishment,” I breathe, groaning in frustration when he stops just as the first waves of my orgasm start. “And surely, there have been more. You’re the infamous Reid Morrison.”

He nips my bottom lip, drawing a startled gasp from me.

“That’s for assuming,” he smirks, voice deepening when he angles his hips so the head of his cock can slip inside me. Lowering his voice, he presses his lips to my ear and a tremor rolls through me. “I’ve worshipped two women, Nova. You and your other, sweet personality.”

He chuckles when my mouth drops open, but dips down, slipping his tongue along mine before I can yell at him.

“Only me?”

That has to be a lie. There’s no way in the world that he’s not—

“You and only you, little bird.”

“Why?”

“Because it used to remind me of shit I wanted to forget.”

I pause, my chest cracking.

“Don’t, Nova,” he cautions, pausing the rolls of his hips.

“My mind is thinking the worst, right now.”

“It’s probably not far off,” he murmurs, voice dark.

My stomach roils at the thought, but when a tear slips down my cheek, he captures it with his tongue and brings his lips back to mine.

“That’s a story for another time. For now, let me inside you.”

Without giving me time to process, he fills me completely, bottoming out inside me. My walls tighten around him and my back comes off the bed like I’m a woman possessed while his hands still pin mine.

“Fuck,” he shudders, that single word holding more meaning than anything right now.

Fuck is right.

“Reid,” I pant when he pulls out and slams inside me again. “I’m so close.”

Finally, he releases my hands and the blood rushes back when they go to his shoulders, feeling the strong weight of them.

I never knew men like Reid existed outside of romance novels and fairytales. Strong and sturdy. Able to withstand a storm and pick you up as if you weigh nothing. Men like Reid are dangerous because, now, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go back to the way life was before.

He reaches down, lifting my thighs until my knees are draped over his shoulders and drives into me so deep, I’m sure I’ll feel him next week. At this angle, the head of his cock brushes over some dark, unknown part inside me and my orgasm is inevitable.

The orgasm crashes through me, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. A haze envelopes me and my body clenches almost painfully from how long it’s been begging for this release.

I don’t have time to come down because Reid’s gripping me to him and lifting me onto his lap, resting my ass on his thighs. He nips my lips, kissing and sucking and brushing his tongue against mine with a heated groan.

“How many times can you come in a night?” he rasps, a tremor rolling through him when my nails dig into his flesh to hold myself up.

“Three,” I pant, body still reeling from the last orgasm.

He smirks deviously, fisting my hair to angle my head back for him.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Reid,” I warn, but he only chuckles darkly when it ends on a gasp from a brush of his groin against my clit.

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