Page 89 of Sweet Madness

So, without hesitation, I reach out, my hands gently cradling her beautiful face, my touch tender yet filled with undeniable need. I slowly explore her naked and wet body until I reach her lower back, once there I grab both ass cheeks and make her moan aloud.

Shit.

She looks so pretty when she moans and I find myself imagining how she would sound moaning my name aloud.

Before this moment ends, I’ll find out.

“Shaw.”

“Yes, princess?”

“Kiss me,” she demands, her husky voice tinged with need.

I don’t think about it twice before I close the distance between us and take her plump lips in mine. She really does taste like candy. Fuck.

Time seems to slow down as we kiss, each moment filled with unfamiliar emotions— an intoxicating blend of desire and tenderness. The water around us whispers secrets of our shared longing and the world around us fades into nothing as we lose ourselves in each other’s embrace.

Suddenly, Ella breaks the kiss and pulls back to look into my eyes. “Make me yours,” she whispers shyly, her voice husky with desire.

Her words make my heart skip a beat, and blood rushes through my groin as my gaze searches hers for any hint of uncertainty. Yet, all I find is a desperate need that matches my own.

As I hold Ella close, my heart racing in sync with her own, I whisper close to her mouth. “If I make you mine,” I begin softly, my voice a gentle murmur against the backdrop of the tranquil waters, “I’m not sure I could ever let go.”

My confession lingers in the air, revealing the depth of my feelings for this woman and the profound effect she has on my once-guarded heart.

When I think she will pull away, afraid of what my confession meant, she surprises me by reaching up, tracing a gentle finger along my jawline, her touch a soothing caress and such a simple gesture yet it meant so much. “Then don’t,” she whispers.

I trace a finger along her nose, my gaze locked with hers. “Have you ever been with a man?” I ask softly, as I disguise the jealousy I feel about thinking of another man’s hands on her body.

I’ve never been a jealous man. Never cared about anyone enough to feel green with envy until now.

Until her.

The thought of her with another man drives me mad yet I calmed myself not wanting to scare her.

Ella meets my gaze with a mixture of shyness and honesty as she contemplates her response. “Just once,” she admitted quietly.

Just once.

My eyes harden and my jaw tense with a surge of jealousy. Noticing my reaction, she reaches out instinctively, taking my face gently in her hands, a silent plea for me to understand. “But it meant nothing,” she hurried to explain, her words rushed but sincere. “It was just once and I have regretted him ever since it happened.”

Her touch softened my expression, her earnestness breaking through the haze of jealousy that clouds my thoughts. “Is it fucked up that I want to kill him. I want to kill anyone who has ever laid a finger on you,” I admit quietly, my voice thick with jealousy and well… murder.

“A little bit, yeah,” she laughs.

I half smile, as I stare down at her.

Her thumbs brush lightly against my cheeks. “Erase his touch from my skin,” she asks, her voice steady with urgency. “I only ever wanted you, Shaw Banning. Only ever you.”

Those words do it for me because next thing I know, all rational thoughts leave and all I can focus on is making this girl mine and indeed ruining her for all men.

The hand I had on her back, moves slowly from her ass to her front. I lean down, and take her mouth in mine and kiss her gently but deeply wanting her to understand what this all meant and to feel what I do with just one kiss. Pulling away from her mouth, I look down at her while I gently rub her tiny and soft pussy.

I ground my teeth as I feel her soft pussy lips on my thick fingers. Fuck. After a long moment of hearing her sweet as fuck loans as I touch her pussy, I stuck a finger in and that only makes her clench around the digit. “Shaw,” she moans my name and I almost come like a prepubescent fuck.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” I hiss.

“Another one,” she spreads her legs wider.

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