Page 98 of Catching Feeling

He's staring at me so reverently that it makes my heart skip. I rise up to my elbows and watch as he tugs his shirt off, pulling his shorts and briefs down, and kicks them away as he palms his cock. He strokes it slowly as he watches me, and I have to press my thighs together to dull the throb.

There's something so... addicting about watching him pleasure himself.

Carefully, he crawls over me, covering me with his body as he takes my chin in his hand and kisses me sweetly, languidly, as if he's savoring the taste. I feel like I'm melting in his hands. His mouth moves tenderly over mine as he reaches down, and drags his fingers through my core, playing with my clit until I'm writhing beneath him. His lips drag along my neck, nipping at my earlobe lightly, causing me to shiver.

He takes his time working me into a desperate frenzy until I feel like I can't take another moment of not having him filling me, buried so deep that I don't know where I start, and he begins.

"Reese, I need you," I whimper when his lips close around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. "Please."

Sitting up slightly, he fists his cock and drags it through my folds to tease me, nudging against my clit with a surge of his hips, sending a bolt of pleasure down my spine.

"I'll always give you what you need, baby," he says as he lines the head of his erection up with my entrance, pushing in only an inch. The muscles in his arms ripple at the exertion of holding back, his chest rising and falling shallowly while he slowly rocks into me, his eyes locked with mine.

Inch by inch he moves until he's buried to the hilt, finally inside me.

His head dips and his lips are on mine once more, kissing the breath right from my lungs until my head feels dizzy, and I'm clenching around him. We're groaning against each other's lips when he finally withdraws and agonizingly slowly thrusts back inside of me. He’s unhurried, but he’s building a frenzy inside of me.

"You're mine now, Vivienne," he rasps, kissing the corner of my lips, slanting his mouth over mine and thrusting his tongue softly inside, filling me with promises. Promises I believe. "I'm never letting you go."

I nod, my hands grasping at his shoulders as he reaches between us to thrum my clit. A light swipe of his fingers that has my toes curling and my back arching against him in pleasure. Everything about his touch is tender and gentle. Full of meaning. Tonight feels different than any of the times we've been together, more intense and passionate. He’s showing me that I’m his.

I'm already close when his hips roll, grinding his pelvis against my clit as he starts to thrust faster. When he dips his head to drag his tongue along the valley of my chest and capture my nipple in his mouth sucking on my piercing, I can't hold back any longer.

I fall apart, gasping and crying out his name as he thrusts twice more and follows me into bliss. I can feel his cum in hot spurts inside of me, filling me. Claiming me.

There is no doubt. I am wholly Reese Landry’s.

He groans hoarsely as he pulls free, and I sigh into the fluffy blanket, my eyes falling shut as the sound of the ocean washes over my sated body. I feel the porch bed sway as he steps off, and when he returns he carefully parts my legs, and drags a warm cloth up my center, cleaning me. He kisses my stomach, below my belly button, my hips, the inside of my thighs.

"I’m obsessed with you. Every inch of you was made for me." I feel his lips drag along my inner thigh as he continues to pepper kisses on my body.

Once he's done, he lies down beside me, looping his arm over my stomach and pulling me back until I'm molded to his front.

His lips brush along my shoulder, and then he kisses my head, holding me tightly against him. We lie there together, breathing, savoring the feel of each other, and the powerful moment that we just experienced.

I feel so peaceful, and so safe wrapped in his arms... I never want to leave.

“VIV. BABY, WAKE UP.” Reese’s faraway voice jostles me from sleep, but I’m so tired, and all of my limbs feel heavy. I don’t want to wake up yet. It feels like I’ve just closed my eyes.

Hands wrapping along my bicep, shaking me, finally lifts the heavy fog of sleep, and I crack an eye open groggily. The room is still dark, and I’m confused and disoriented for a moment as I try to get my bearings. I realize we’re in the king-size bed in the master suite so Reese must have carried me up here at some point.

“Your phone keeps ringing. It’s not a saved number, and I think it might be important because they’ve called a few times.” I turn my head to see Reese hovering over me, extending my phone to me, and only then do I register that it’s ringing.

Shit, what time is it?

I grab my phone from his hand and swipe to answer it. “Hello?” My voice is hoarse and scratchy, probably from the number of times I screamed Reese’s name tonight.

“Hello, may I speak to Vivienne Brentwood, please?” A woman’s voice comes through the speaker, one that I don’t recognize, and it has me shooting up in the bed, holding the sheet to my naked chest.

“Yes, hi, that’s me. Who is this?”

There’s a brief pause, followed by “Hi. This is Tara Givens. I’m calling from New Orleans Medical Center. Sweetheart, I’m calling because your mom has been admitted to the ER due to a car accident and we have you listed as her next of kin.”

The room spins around me, panic flooding my chest so abruptly that it almost causes me to drop the phone. What?

Car accident? How? My mom doesn’t drive.

I’m acutely aware of Reese moving from the bed, but I can’t do anything but stare straight ahead in shock.

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