Page 259 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

I grin when he kisses me again. “You’re so romantic.” I tease him.

“I love you, Briar.”

God, I never thought I would hear him say that.

“I love you, Rurik.”

His face lights up, and I want to capture it in a picture to frame it and stare at it all day. He kisses me again before pulling us away from the wall and hurrying to the bedroom, our waves of laughter echoing through the apartment.

He finds the bedroom and throws me down on top of the bed, and I bounce like a rag doll.

“Hey!” I laugh as I lean up against my elbows.

I bite my lip to prevent myself from grinning like an idiot as I watch him strip before me. Oh fuck, I miss him so much. He’s so beautiful, and he’s all mine.

I sit up to remove my clothes but stop when Rurik makes a disapproving noise.

“I want to do it,” He says, climbing on the bed and crawling on it. “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of unwrapping you like my little gift.”

“Oh,” I breathlessly say as his fingers slowly trace the fabric of my shirt. I look down in time to see him undo one of my buttons.

“Did you miss me, Briar?”

Another button undone.

“Of course I do.”

Another button undone.

“Yeah?” He asks huskily as he spreads my shirt open. His eyes darken when he sees my purple-laced bra.

He plays with the straps, watching as he slides them over my shoulders until they hang on the sides. He leans forward, licking my chest. He tugs my bra lower, letting my breasts go free. Immediately, his mouth captures my nipples, and I can’t stop the groan from escaping me as his tongue traces my hardened nipples and swirls in circles.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Briar,” Rurik whispers against my skin. “And you’re all mine. Fucking mine.”

“Yours,” I agree as I reach for him. My hands trace his biceps' firm muscles and revel in how they feel against my fingers. I place a palm between us and feel the bulge that’s hidden inside his boxers. “Did I ever tell you how big you are?”

Rurik just responds with a groan as I put my hand inside his boxers and wrap my fingers around his length. I stroke him up and down, using his precum as lube as I go.

“Fuck,” He mutters, his hips thrusting in rhythm with my hand.

Suddenly, my patience is waning and I can’t handle any more of this exploring foreplay. I place both hands on his chest and push him down, catching him off guard. Grinning, I climb on top of him and could feel his dick growing harder as he looks up at me with a hazy look.

“Briar,” Rurik groans as I dry hump him. “Fuck.”

“Lift your hips, angel,” I say to him.

He obeys, and I slide his boxers down. Saliva fills my mouth as his cock springs free from its confinement. He groans impatiently, sitting up to help me remove my panties before lying back down and pulling me on top of him.

“I want to see you ride me, Briar.” He says, stroking his dick as I position myself on his tip.

As soon as I lower myself down and take him all in, we both groan in unison.

“I miss you,” He groans, thrusting his hips in time with mine.

I throw my head back as I feel him go all the way inside me. I place my hands on his chest as I move my hips up and down, feeling his length massage me inside.

“I miss you,” I say back, riding him faster.

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