Page 127 of Say You're Mine

“Not yet,” he says, his tone firm. “I want to hear you beg.”

I whimper, my body aching for his touch. “Please, June. I need you. I need to feel you inside me.”

He groans, the sound vibrating through me. “That’s my girl,” he says, his fingers sliding inside me. He moves them slowly, deliberately, driving me crazy with need. “You feel so good, baby.”

I moan, my hips lifting off the bed, chasing the sensation. “June, please…”

He withdraws his fingers, and I cry out in frustration. “Let me enjoy this,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

He moves lower, his lips trailing fire down my body. He kisses a path over my stomach, down to my thighs. He spreads my legs wider, his breath hot against my core. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice filled with possessiveness. “Forever.”

“Forever,” I echo, my voice trembling with anticipation.

He lowers his head, his tongue flicking out to taste me. The sensation is overwhelming, a bolt of pleasure shooting through me. I moan, my hands fisting in the sheets as he licks and sucks, driving me wild. “June,” I gasp, my body arching towards him. “Oh God, June.”

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with hunger. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”

He continues his ministrations, his tongue driving me closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure is overwhelming, my body trembling with the intensity of it. “June,” I cry, my hips lifting off the bed as I chase my release.

He slips a finger inside me, curling it just right, sending me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure as my orgasm washes over me. “June,” I gasp, my body trembling with the aftershocks.

He kisses his way back up my body, his lips capturing mine in a deep, hungry kiss. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands roaming over my body. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I moan, my body arching towards him. “I need you,” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. “I need you inside me.”

He growls, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself at my entrance. “You’re mine,” he says, his voice rough with possessiveness. “Forever.”

“Yes, June,” I moan, my body trembling with anticipation. “I’m yours. Forever.”

He enters me in one smooth thrust, a gasp of pleasure escaping my lips as he fills me completely. The connection between us is electric, every thrust sending shockwaves of sensation through my body. Our movements are perfectly synchronized, a dance of love and desire that leaves no room for anything else.

“Do you like this?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into the sheets. “Oh God, yes.”

His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “I want to see you swollen with our children, Cara. I want to see our family grow.”

The intensity of his words pushes me closer to the edge, the thought of carrying his child, of our family growing, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. “Yes, June. Fill me up. Make me yours forever.”

He moves faster, his thrusts deep and powerful. I meet him with equal fervor, my own need reaching a fever pitch. The pressure inside me builds to an unbearable peak, and with a cry, I tumble over the edge, pleasure crashing over me in wave after wave.

June follows moments later, his own release a powerful culmination of our shared desire. We collapse together, a breathless, trembling heap of tangled limbs and sated longing.

For a long moment, we simply lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the reality of what we have just shared sinking in. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, a steady, reassuring rhythm that echoes my own.

“I love you,” I whisper, the words carrying a weight they never had before.

June lifts his head, his eyes soft and filled with emotion. “I love you too, Cara Mia. More than anything.”

The first rays of sunlight sneak through the gauzy curtains, painting golden streaks across our tangled limbs. I'm awake, but I keep my eyes closed, savoring the warmth of June's body pressed against mine. His steady breath tickles my neck, and I fight the urge to shiver. God, I could stay like this forever.

I crack one eye open, drinking in the sight of him. Even in sleep, he's breathtaking. The sharp line of his jaw, the flutter of his eyelashes against his cheeks. My fingers itch to trace every plane and curve of his face, to memorize him all over again.

As if sensing my gaze, June stirs. His arms tighten around me, pulling me impossibly closer. "Mmm," he mumbles, nuzzling into my hair. "Mornin', beautiful."

My heart does a little flip. Will I ever get used to this? "Hey, sleepyhead," I whisper, finally giving in to the urge to touch him. I run my fingers along his jaw, relishing the rasp of stubble against my skin.

June's eyes flutter open, dark and hazy with sleep. A slow smile spreads across his face, and I swear I fall in love all over again. "Whatcha thinking about?" he asks, voice rough in a way that sends heat pooling low in my belly.

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