Page 29 of Hat Trick Heart

“Oh my god, Emile! Don’t stop!”

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll get you there. Just hang on.” He slips down my body and grunts, pushing my legs wide. Then… before I can even brace for what I know is coming, he buries his face in my body, his scruffy jaw feeling like heaven.

His tongue taps at my clit as his fingers curl inside and my overwrought body immediately flies away, throbbing with ecstasy, my back rigid, my eyes fluttering closed. A scream trapped in my throat, strangling me on my own pleasure, a gurgle the only sound I can make.

He smirks and wipes his mouth off, climbing up my body to stare down at me as he lines himself up with my throbbing core. With one quick thrust he’s buried all the way inside me and I freeze, the air in my lungs stalling painfully before I gasp and pant below his big body.

“You feel amazing,” he growls in my ear, his thick length moving inside me slowly, carefully. I nod my head frantically, still unable to breathe or talk.

With each deep thrust, Emile pulls out almost to the tip and then pushes in fast and hard. Again and again, he pushes inside me and then pulls out. Again and again, his thrusts take me higher and higher, the tension in my body building until I’m stretched so tight it feels like I’m going to snap and break.

One deep thrust that reaches so far inside me that it feels like he’s going to be buried inside me forever and then the tension cracks and breaks, shards of pleasure flying into the ether around us, sparkling like starlight behind my eyes.

“Emile!” I scream and collapse into the mattress, his big body tensing over me as I dig my fingernails into his warm skin. He groans and his teeth scrape my throat, his frantic thrusts finally falling away as he growls and collapses on top of me.

I tap his shoulder and groan. “You’re crushing me, big guy.”

He rolls over and grunts, kissing my cheek before he falls to the side and mumbles, “Sorry, baby. I think I blacked out for a minute.”

I giggle and curl up on his big, broad chest, my fingers twirling in his soft mat of dark hair that tapers down to his nether regions in that lovely happy trail that makes women drool.

I close my eyes, sleep tugging at me and the warmth of Emile’s bare skin, the scent of him curling in my nose relaxing me until I’m barely hanging on.

His breathing starts to even out but just before I fall asleep, Emile sighs, “I love you so much, Sassy. I didn’t think I could love anyone as much as I love you.”

“I love you too, Frostbite,” I sigh and curl closer to him, needing his warmth, his love.

He chuckles low and deep and kisses my cheek gently. His arms tighten around me even as his deep breaths go slow and steady.

My heart settles down finally and a smile curls my lips. My life has turned out so much better than I ever thought it could. So much more than I thought anyone’s could.

And it’s all because I let dangerous Frostbite claim me. Let myself really be as happy as he made me feel.

As he makes me feel every single day. His love is what makes our family work, what makes us well-run, happy and complete. His love is what I was missing and being found has to be the best feeling in the world.

With him, I’m always exactly where I’m supposed to be. Safe in his arms for the rest of our lives. Living the dream.

With the man of my every fantasy.

Forever after.

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