Page 118 of House of Desire

“You feel amazing. I need to be buried between your thighs every day. It’s heaven on Earth, I’m sure of it.”

She reaches up and takes my lips.

“I’m so close,” she says, matching my strokes. Anya’s muscles tremble as I push us both closer and closer to the brink. I drink down her moans until, as her orgasm nears, her head kicks back, exposing her throat.

I nibble and kiss way down until I come to her nipples. Sucking one after the other into my mouth, I can feel her heart racing. When I pinch her nipple, giving it a small twist, I feel the moment crystalize and then break as wave after wave wracks her body.

“Parker, I’m coming, baby,” she groans. “I’m coming for you. Only for you.”

“You’re such a good girl, taking your pleasure from me.”

She relaxes as she comes down from her orgasm and my movements become jerky and undisciplined.

“I’m going to fill you so full of my come, it’s going to drip down your thighs and you’ll know exactly who you belong to,” I tell her as I feel myself starting to thicken with my release inside her.

“Yes, please. Give me every drop, Parker.”

I rut into her, my breathing turning choppy.

“You’ll never take another cock, Anastasia. Mine is all you get. My come. My cock. My heart.”

“I want it all. Come for me, Parker. Mark me as yours.”

Her words break the last link of chain around my control and I bite her neck and shoulders as I come with a groan.

Her pussy squeezes around me as I tremble through my release. We both lay there, trying to catch our breath. My arms start shaking and before I can fall and crush her, I push up going to the bathroom for a warm, damp washcloth. I clean between her legs, kissing her soft thighs.

She grabs a handful of my hair, forcing me to look at her.

“That was amazing,” I say, smiling at her.

“It’s one for the record books. Do you want to take a shower with me?” she asks.

“Twist my arm.”

I sit up, taking her hand, and pull her to the edge of the bed. Standing, I hook an arm under her knees and the other around her back. She lets out a squeal as her arms go around my neck.

“I can walk!” she tells me, kicking her legs.

“Then I don’t think I did my job well enough,” I say, kissing her.

I set her on the counter before turning on the water, making sure it is warm before picking her up again, and setting her inside the shower. She groans as the heat soaks into her. She tips her head back, wetting her hair.

“I love you. I want to be with you. I want this, you, every day,” I say, not able to wait another second more without saying what I feel.

She looks at me, putting her hands on my shoulders.

“I never could have guessed when I went on House of Desire, I’d actually meet someone I could fall in love with. And this road has been rough and a little winding, but I would walk every inch of it again so long as this is waiting for us at the end. I have never wanted anything more than to be yours. I love you. And I want to be by your side every day.”

Sweeter words have never been said to me. I bend down, taking her luscious mouth in a searing kiss, feeling so lucky that I really did find everything I desired.

“Parker, it’s done,” Mitchel tells me, clapping me on the back, as I near my truck, ready to get home to Anastasia. It’s been over a year since the finale of House of Desire and six months since she moved in. Every night I have raced home to see her as if it was the first time.

“It’s done? It’s a month early,” I say, surprised, as excitement fills my chest.

“The team wanted to turn it around quickly. As an engagement gift to you.”

“But I haven’t even asked her to marry me yet,” I say, laughing. His answering grin tells me how glad he is to see me happy after so many years in the darkness.

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