Page 88 of The Woman

The kiss is raw desperation mixed together with need.

Fear and worry over what could have happened these past few days.

Relief and reassurance that we’re back together.

I reach to take a handful of his shirt, eager to pull him closer, but he goes a step further by dropping an arm to wrap around my waist and lifting me.

With his arm banded around me, he takes us down the hall and into one of the rooms. The hungry demand of his lips doesn’t cease until he’s falling with me onto the bed, then he’s trailing kisses up and down my neck, sucking and biting, threading his fingers into my hair.

“It feels like an eternity since I felt the softness of your skin,” Phoenix breathes against my neck. Then, lifting his head, he looks down at me, brushing the back of his fingers against my cheek. “An eternity since I got to peer into your unique eyes. You’re never leaving my fucking sight again.”

I want to protest his statement simply to be contrary and have my own say on it, even if I don’t want to leave him either. But instead of giving any remark on the matter, I lift my head and catch his bottom lip with my teeth, tugging it before licking it, my eyes locked on his the whole time.

A low groan vibrates from his chest, and he takes my throat in his hand, gently squeezing and holding his thumb over my pulse, which has picked up speed. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of him doing that.

The smallest swivel of his hips has his hard cock grinding directly on my clit, drawing a soft moan from my throat that seems to be a stimulant for him, not that he needed one. He nips at my jaw, his hands everywhere.

“I need to fuck you hard first, then I’ll take my time with your body.”

I chew on my bottom lip, watching as he quickly pushes off me only so he can tug at my pants and underwear until they’re off, then slide my shirt up and over my head. His shirt and pants are next, and then he’s coming back down on top of me.

I welcome the weight of him, wrapping my legs around him while running my hands over the hardened muscles of his arms and shoulders. It really does feel like it’s been an eternity. I would assume it’s because I’m a WOUN and feel things differently, but Phoenix feels this way, too.

Shifting his body, he lines himself up with my opening, but instead of thrusting inside, he holds still. The pressure from just the tip drives me crazy.

“Let me know now if you don’t think you can handle it.”

I use the hold my legs have on him to try and urge him forward as a way of answering him without words. Of course, his body doesn’t even move an inch.

“I can handle anything from you,” I murmur.

That seems to do the trick, and he pushes inside all the way, sending my body a few inches up the bed. My back arches at the sudden intrusion, and the pressure from him filling me up so thoroughly forces the air from my lungs with a cry.

He pulls out most of the way and then thrusts back in with more force than the first time, doing it again and again. I moan at the sensation, digging my fingers into his biceps. The veins running the length of his arms swell with the effort to hold his upper body up while propelling his hips forward at a punishing pace.

The grays of his eyes have joined together to make them darker in appearance as he stares down at me, almost like a man who is possessed. In all the times we’ve had sex, he’s never looked quite this intense. I can handle it, though. I was versed in all types of sexual appetites.

I match his thrusts, tilting my hips to meet each impale. Our racing breaths mix in the space between us until he lowers his lips to mine, capturing the moan that was about to break free. He ravishes my mouth, stroking my tongue with his.

“Fuck,” he rasps against my lips. “I will never get over the feel of you wrapped around my cock.”

Reaching up, he grips my hair in his fist and tilts my head so that he has better access to my neck. My eyes drift shut as he bites at the soft flesh, all the while still pounding into me. My body feels like a live wire, and he’s sending currents of pleasure through it.

I scrape my nails down his back, sending a wave of goosebumps to the area, and he groans into the crook of my neck. A light layer of sweat has already developed, coating both our bodies. His and mine mixed together.

Suddenly, he’s pulling out and flipping me onto my stomach, causing me to gasp in surprise. Taking hold of my hips, he lifts me until my ass is in the air, but my face is still lowered. I expect him to push back inside immediately, but I’m pleasantly surprised when I feel his hot breath there instead.

His tongue lands on my sensitive flesh, flicking my clit a few times before licking all the way up to my backside, where he spends a moment circling it. It’s an interesting feeling, for sure.

After another few swipes, he shifts, and his tongue is replaced by his cock, eager to be inside me once more. With the same force as before, he thrusts back in. If it weren’t for his hands holding my hips steady, I would have been propelled forward.

Gasps and grunts fill the air as he pummels into me from behind.

Minutes pass before he releases my hips, only so that he can lean forward and take a wrist in each hand, then spread them out above my head, pinning them to the mattress. His hard, warm body curved over mine blankets me in warmth.

“Who do you belong to, Avery?” Phoenix murmurs in my ear, running his thumbs over the ink on my forearms.

My core clenches tight at the low rumble of his voice and his use of my name. I moan into the mattress, my eyes drifting shut. But they fly open on a gasp in the next second when his teeth sink into my earlobe, trying to get my attention.

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