Page 55 of Red My Lips

“I feel it.” The statement rings in the silence, the truth of it rippling through me until it settles in my bones.

I’m his, and he’s mine.

I feel it.

Twin flames.

“Now tell me you’re mine.”

“You’re mine,” I smart, making him grin. His grip tightens on my throat, pulling me in closer and liquifying my insides.

“I am.” His deep voice washes over me, his dark gaze piercing the soul that’s now entwined with his. “Until the heavens crumble and there are no more lives to be lived.”

When did this happen? When did he become the lifeblood coursing through my veins?

Leaning up, my lips clash with his. The need is too strong. I can’t help myself—I don’t want to. Gage devours me like it’s his life’s mission to take as much pleasure from me as he gives.

And he gives so generously.

Lifting up my dress, the mesh panties are torn from my body without a second thought. His grip around my throat tightens possessively as his other hand strokes my greedy pussy. I’m so fucking wet right now—my arousal drips down my legs, coating his hand as he toys with me. I moan against him, needing more as my hips shift in search of his wicked fingers.

Gage’s tongue dives in to dominate my mouth as his fingers give me what I want. Three fingers plunge into me, stealing my breath against his hold. He swallows my moans, my breathing turning heavy as he curls one of the fingers inside me as they pump in and out to stroke that spot deep inside me that ignites every nerve ending in my body.

The pleasure is building, threatening to swallow me whole until I’m nothing but a memory. Feeling the wave building inside me, Gage pulls back to look down at me. My eyes open to lock on his, gasping against the pleasure slicing through my body. And as I reach the peak, the strong fingers around my throat tighten to restrict my air until the edges of my vision blur and my head is dizzy.

And I’m falling.

The orgasm washes over me, and I’m dragged into the undertow. Every nerve ending fires at once, a sequence of fireworks burning hot and bright. My body is reeling, completely overtaken as I surrender to the bliss. My hand necklace stifles every gasp and moan that passes through my lips.

Gage soaks it all in like he’ll never get enough—every moan, every shudder, every panted breath. His focus remains locked on me, the object of his every desire, eyes ablaze and muscles taut. As the orgasm fades, his hand on my throat loosens, and I can’t help but miss the pressure of it as I drag in the air greedily. My body melts between the wall behind me and the wall of muscles keeping me upright.

Gage doesn’t hesitate to take full advantage of my pliance while I recover. He reaches for the hem of my dress and tugs it over my head before tossing it behind him, completely forgotten. Next goes my bra, leaving me completely naked.

“Fucking hell,” he growls, shaking his head. “I will never get tired of looking at you.”

“I want to see more of you,” I demand, some of my strength returning as I reach for his clothes. Gage’s hands work with mine to shed his clothes as I push us away from the wall and toward the bed. He stalks backward until he reaches the bed, shedding his underwear before lowering onto the covers gloriously naked. His body is a work of art, powerful and beautiful. And sinful as hell.

As he scoots back on the bed, I’m following. Climbing onto the bed, I don’t stop until I’m straddling him. My throbbing pussy is desperate to be filled by his thick cock as it strains towards me, hard as steel. When I lean forward to kiss Gage, it’s in a frenzy. Our lips clash, tongues tangle, and breath mingles. His teeth nip as my lips suck, our hands frantically feeling every inch there is to explore and praise.

Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around the pulsating boner pressing against my stomach. Gage shifts and squirms as I begin to stroke it.

“Keep teasing me like that, and you won’t like what happens,” Gage warns between clenched teeth. A smirk tugs at my lips, my fingers toying with the sensitive tip as it weeps for me.

“Won’t I?” I question, thinking of all the deliciously wicked things he might do to me.

“Inside your pussy.” He’s lost his patience. All sense of control is gone. “Now.” His command sends a new wave of desire crashing over me, and I can’t stop from obeying.

I don’t want to.

“I’m clean,” I sigh, guiding him to my entrance. I don’t want to deal with a condom right now. I can’t. I need him—bare and raw.

“I’m yours.” The meaning behind those two words has me all but swooning. He’s clean, and he’s mine. All mine.

Sinking down onto his cock until I’m filled to the hilt, nothing between us has my eyes rolling back in my head. Our moans echo in the room as I roll my hips. Bouncing up and down, I build a rhythm that makes my head spin. Gage’s hands grasp my waist, guiding me up and down as he mutters praise like a prayer that would make God jealous.

As the friction builds, his desire takes over. Gripping my hips, he powers into me, matching my speed with powerful thrusts until I’m holding on for dear life. Pulling me down to lay on his chest, he leverages his hold to push in deeper. His big cock drills into me so hard and deep there’s no escaping the orgasm as it explodes through me.

Nestling into his neck with a loud cry, I shatter into a million pieces. Euphoria drenches me through to my bones, melting me from the inside out. Gage doesn’t stop moving, his thrusts hungry and unrelenting as he chases his own release. When it hits, it’s cosmic.

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