Page 107 of Forbidden You

“Undress me.”

My hands reach out to unbutton his dress shirt and he watches my every move before I push it off his shoulders. I tug him a little closer, pressing a lingering kiss to his heart.

“You are so beautiful,” he huffs.

With a simple move, he reaches behind my back, snapping off my bra. Dragging his teeth over his lower lip, he stares at my breasts with a yearning that makes my thighs clench.

But he doesn’t touch them, instead he brings his gaze up, looking at me with devotion as he unbuttons his pants. His chest moves slowly up and down, and I watch how he lets them puddle around his ankles.

Then he does the same with his boxers. When his hard shaft springs free, I suck in a breath through my nose. My pussy is drawn to him, desperate to feel him inside of me. He takes a step forward. His hand lands on my shoulder and he holds on as he starts to push the tip of his finger through my soaked folds.

“What the hell? You’re not wearing panties?”

“Hmm, anything to please my man.” My eyes shut with a smirk, taking in every inch of his touch and he quickly replaces his finger with his hard shaft.

“Damn, Kayla,” he just huffs in response.

His heat burns through my body like a laser, branding me in a different way than before. It’s searing. It’s sizzling. And I know it’s forever. I just know it. No one will ever make me feel the way Bodi McKay does. No one after him will ever have the ability to ignite every fiber in my being like he does. He holds the match that sets off the firework inside of me.

I grunt, throwing my head back, and he chuckles in the distance.

“You like this, don’t you, baby?” He moves his shaft up and down my core at a steady pace. Rubbing my entrance but never pushing through while alternating the same move as he circles in around my clit. Lightly touching it, teasing it, sending a jolt of ecstasy through my hips with every contact.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I huff in a barely audible volume.

I arch my back, groaning at the sensation going on between my legs, until his palm grips my neck. “Look at me.”

I snap my head forward and my mouth springs open when he slowly pushes inside of me, stretching me wide with a delicacy that makes me want to melt into oblivion. It feels as if my mind is leaving my body while he touches every nerve in my entrance until he’s completely seated. We’re both heaving, our eyes tangled like magnets. His forehead falls against mine and our panting breaths mix. I breathe him in, like he’s the last piece of oxygen in the room, waiting in anticipation for him to start thrusting his hips.

“Youaremade for me, baby.” The belated answer to my unspoken question knocks the air from my body, and all sorts of emotions rush through my chest.

I can’t place them. I can’t fully understand them, but the feeling is overwhelming, completely consuming me in every way possible. As if he can feel how I’m slowly starting to lose my mind, he grabs each side of my neck, holding on to me while, at the same time, he holds me up.

My fingers clasp his wrists, keeping my back arched as he gently starts to pull back. When he’s almost left my body, he makes me whimper at the thought of losing our connection before he slams it back inside of me. I cry out in bliss, a delicious shock rippling through me when he hits my wall. Then he does it again, my response never changing.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he orders, never letting go of me.

I do as he says, and he sets a steady pace before he puts an arm under my knee to lift it a little. When he hits my wall again, the sensation is magnified, and my eyes grow wide while my lips form an O that makes the muscles in my cheeks hurt.

“Oh, fuck,” I huff.

“Are you okay?” he heaves against my face.

“I’m—Just keep going.” My eyes roll to the back of my head.

At first, it feels like I’m flying, but then I feel a gust of wind, and I realize he’s walking us back to the bed. Slowly, he lays me down, lifting my hips a little so he can push deeper. The tip of his shaft touches my wall with a primal grunt coming from both our lips.

I’m aching to touch him, but my body goes completely limp, just lying there, surrendered at his touch. My hands grip the sheets, holding on for dear life as he plows inside of me with a gentle touch that has me shivering every few seconds.

“Like that,” I cry. “Keep doing that. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” I’m losing my mind. Granted, I might be. My eyes find his looking at me with a slight frown while he stays concentrated on his one task. He licks his lips, and I lift my hand to grab his neck, demanding him to kiss me before I push my tongue into his mouth.

I arch my back some more, wanting to feel his chest pressed against my breasts. I want to merge with him as one, loving the friction his body creates with mine every time he thrusts inside of me.

He’s right. I’m made for him. Every angle of his body fits perfectly against mine, and my arms are wrapped around his shoulders, wanting to have him as close as possible. There is something different about our connection this time, as if with every thrust it’s deepened. As if our souls are drifting to a purgatory that’s closer to heaven than you can even imagine.

He gently grabs my chin with his whole hand, holding his hips still for a brief moment. It gives me the opportunity to catch my breath while his green eyes lock onto mine. His grip is possessive but at the same time so incredibly tender.

“I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

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