Page 11 of Caramel Apple Cupcake

His hand cradled one of her breasts as they moved together in a synchronized pattern. Back and forth. In and out. Deeper with each thrust. Until he wasn’t sure exactly where he ended, and she began. He lost himself to the instinctual rhythm. Like a heartbeat, their bodies joined in perfect harmony.

After he hit a particular spot, she gasped. Her hands grabbed the flesh of his lower back. Her fingernails dug in painfully as she squeezed; her cries of passion suddenly silenced,although her mouth was still open. Her body shook, and he felt her come in waves around him, squeezing against him and drawing the same response from within as he plunged into her. The feeling of her tight channel pulsating around him wildly pulled him further inside her.

Harper frantically gripped his back. Her sweat-slicked body pressed against his. A litany of curse words punctuated her choked cries. If the situation wasn’t so damn serious, Anders would laugh.

He wanted to give her a moment to enjoy her peak before finding his, but his self-control completely disappeared when she shouted his name in pure ecstasy.

“That’s it. Don’t hold back,” he whispered before leaning down to kiss her neck. He put enough pressure against her flesh with his teeth to prolong her orgasm. Moments later, his movements became jerky and uneven as he released inside her. He thrust into her without finesse, his climax traveling through his body, setting his nerve-ending ablaze before culminating in the most satisfying feeling he’d ever experienced.

“Oh, damn. You are mine, Harper.” He thrust harder, making sure every drop was deposited exactly where it needed to be. Inside his future wife.

Every ounce of his energy spilled out of him, and he clung to Harper’s warmth. She was gasping, trying to draw breath into her lungs as they both lay together. Limbs intertwined. Their bodies were sweaty from exertion. Finally, her breathing slowed. Harper’s eyes opened as she turned to look into his. She beamed up at him, her smile radiant and full of an emotion neither of them wanted to face right now.

They were both staring at each other as they allowed their bodies to cool down. Anders was drained, but he felt powerful as fuck. All he needed was a few more minutes, and he would be ready to take his woman again. He thought about what had justhappened, and a smile came over his face. Being with Harper was just about as perfect as it could get. Being with her felt right.

He pulled out and rolled off her to lie on the other side of the bed. Using one hand, he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. Once she was close enough, he situated her so that her head lay on his chest. There was no need for them to move. Not right now.

The woman he’d fallen for had given herself to him, without any reservations. Without question. He was the luckiest son of a bitch alive. There was no going back for him. She was his present. His future. He would do everything—anything—to love her. To protect and cherish her. A contented smile hovered on his lips as he felt her soft hands run along the skin of his chest. Her body was limp, relaxed, and snuggled close to his.

Being the cynical fucker that he was, he would say this moment was too good to be true. That something was bound to come along and ruin what they had. Then again, he was tired of waiting for the other shoe to fall. He had waited too damn long to have Harper in his arms. If something, or someone, tried to come between them, they would fail. Harper belonged to him. Hell, from the first day they met, she was his. She just hadn’t known it yet.

“That was…” she began to speak, but stopped mid-sentence. Her chest heaved from exertion. Her breath released quick and shallow.

“Stay here,” he said before releasing her body. Anders stood from the bed, naked as the day he was born. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen. She heard the fridge open and shut, and then Anders walked back into the room—dick swinging, without an ounce of shame in his body. Still, after what had just happened between them, he had every reason to be as cocky as he wanted.

He handed her a bottle of water. “Here you go, princess,” he said with a smirk. “I know you need to stay hydrated after us.”

Harper took the water and sipped it slowly. She watched him as he approached the bed, his muscles glistening with sweat, still standing tall and proud. He crawled back in beside her, pulling her close. Harper dipped her head to let it rest on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat slow down as his body relaxed.

She couldn’t believe it had happened so quickly, so naturally. This was real, and it was everything she had ever wanted. The ridges and muscles of his body as he slid against her softer curves. The way his eyes had smoldered with desire when he looked at her. It all felt so right.

He asked softly, “You okay, sweetheart?”

Her hand instinctively went to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. “I’m perfect,” she whispered. “I don’t want this to end.”

He chuckled, brushing his fingers through her hair. “Neither do I.”

They lay there, entwined, basking in the aftermath of their passion. The many creaks and moans of the bed echoed through the room, a testament to the intensity of their lovemaking.

“That was incredible,” she breathed, her eyes shining with happiness and a hint of awe.

He nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her even closer. “It sure was, baby. And I promise you, it’s going to be even better every time.”

Harper smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “I know.”

They lay there, their bodies touching, their hearts beating in rhythm, as the world outside faded away. This feeling they had for each other was new, intense, and all-consuming, creating a bond that could no longer be denied.

After a few moments, Anders began running his hand along her naked skin. “I need you again. Come here, baby. Sit that pretty pussy on my face.”

Harper, feeling his hands moving over her body, her skin tingling with every touch, slowly sat up. With a smile, she lowered herself onto his face, feeling him groan in pleasure. As he licked and sucked at her most sensitive spots, she felt herself becoming aroused again, the desire building within her.

Anders, with his tongue flicking over her clit, felt her shudder in pleasure, her hips bucking against him in response. He loved the taste of her, the way her arousal filled his mouth, and he knew she was responding to his touch.

“Oh, Anders, I need you,” she moaned. Her voice was low and needy. He pulled away, his face glistening with her juices. After repositioning their bodies, he aligned himself with her entrance. As he thrust into her quivering channel, she gasped. Her senses became overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock filling her. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way that caused her body to have a powerful orgasm.

“Fuck me,” she screamed.

“Don’t worry. We have all night,” he said with a grunt. His motions never slowed down as he took them both to the edge.

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