Page 90 of Run From Me

I slowly slid back out, feeling her entrance tighten as my cock left her. I let my tip play at the tight hole, teasing her.

“Oh, Cali. I know you can take me. I know you want me. Your body is begging me.”

I pushed her thighs wider with my own, and I nearly lost my battle with patience when I pressed against her tight core, barely entering. Barely stretching her.

“Fuck, I love the noises you make for me.”

I liked the way she tensed when she didn’t know what I would do next.

I smirked and watched her breath shudder, and then I thrust back inside her in one long, hard, deep push.

The urgency of my need to claim her overwhelmed even my own resolve, and I forgot the game I was playing as I slammed into her over and over again. Her cries and moans and whimpers the only encouragement I needed.

Her body shattered around my cock as I slammed into her again and again. Her breaths were stilted, and her eyes closed as I chased my own release again.

I roared as I came harder this time.

“Open your eyes,” I whispered, and I watched her watch me. In this moment, something inside me clicked into place.

What had felt like some kind of strange power move to bring her here was now clear as hell.

I’d tried to stay away from her, but fate wasn’t my friend.

“Sparky? I think I’m fucking in love with you.”

This time it wasn’t me that was in charge. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed me like I was the last meal she’d requested on what felt a whole lot like death row.

I would die to protect her.

“I love you too, Xander. I think I fell for you the moment you told me you wouldn’t fuck in me a dark corner.”

I shook my head at her.

“And I will be making up for that for the rest of our damn lives apparently. I’ll make sure you never feel neglected, ever.”

Her pussy was still pulsing around my cock. Fucking hell.

“Fuck the art show. We stay here. I’m right where I want to be.”

I shifted and laid my head on her chest, listening to her breathe. Listening to hear heartbeat. Who knew life could sound so damn sexy?

I closed my eyes when her fingers weaved into my hair.

“Xander?”

The feel of her fingers seemed to have relaxed damn near everything about me.

“Xander?”

Her voice was too sweet when she said my name.

“Xander!” she said this time with a lot less sweetness.

“What, woman?”

She slapped my back and giggled.

“I want to go to the art show. We can’t get me a dress in this bed.”

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