Page 42 of The Fate of Eternity

BRODY

Her big eyes search mine, a desperate need consuming her as she leans into me.

She has a lot going on, more than anyone really should, but she’s resilient, that’s for sure. She’s not sinking under the pressure, but it’s giving her an internal challenge that she’s never faced before.

Doubt.

I don’t know if she knows it, but I can feel it in the air around her. Every turn, she has a hurdle; every hurdle makes her stumble. What she doesn’t realize is that with every fall, she gets back up, dusts off her knees, and carries on.

I don’t want to wash that all away with a fuck session, yet it’s impossible for me to deny her. Especially when she’s sitting here all cute and shit with her vulnerability laid bare. I think this might be the hottest part of her.

Her flaws.

We all have them; shit, I’m drenched in them, but Addi wears them so beautifully.

“Please.” Another plea falls from her pretty lips and my restraint wavers. The threat was supposed to stop her frommaking my dick unbearably hard, but all I seem to have done is spark a heat she’s unable to deny.

Stroking my fingers over her soft skin, I feel goosebumps prickle at the touch. My hands drift from her sides to her thighs, then all the way up to her shoulders before I grip her chin and tilt her face toward me.

Her gaze flits between my eyes, dancing with hesitance and desire, and I diminish the former the best I can with my lips against hers. Our mouths move together, claiming and giving lazily as we take a moment to savor one another.

“I could drown in you forever,” I breathe against her parted lips, and she stifles a moan as she peers at me with a heated gaze.

“More.” It’s not a plea this time; it’s an order. One that makes me smirk.

“You’ll get me as fast as I give myself to you or not at all.”

She gulps, sweeping her tongue over her bottom lip as she stares deep into my eyes, trying to see if I’m lying or not.

Fuck.

She’ll make a liar out of me if she keeps looking at me like that.

All sin, yet demure. Pent up with desire, yet delicate in my grasp. Innocent at first glance, but devilish beneath the surface.

It takes everything I am to hold true to my word. To give myself a chance of surviving the intensity in her eyes, I inch her forward just enough for me to stand. Her jaw falls slack when she stares up at me, but before she can question me, I hoist her in the air.

The second I pin her chest to mine, her legs wrap around my waist and her arms tighten around my neck. I stride out of the shower with purpose, but my steps falter the moment I edge toward the door.

I can’t go back in there. Back in there… I’ll have to share her, and right now, I’m feeling selfish as hell. This is for me, all for me, just like I’m all for her.

Changing direction, I swiftly move us over the vanity that sits along the left wall, our reflection giving me the perfect view of her ass as I approach. My fingers flex against her thighs before I lower her to the surface, watching her shiver at the cool contact.

Her thighs instinctively part and I take a step back, drinking her in like the delicious potion that she is. She could be laced with poison and I’d still take every sip she has to offer.

“Brody.” My name, nothing more than a whisper on her lips, makes my cock jut toward her as my chest clenches.

“Patience, Dagger,” I reply, making her eyebrows furrow in irritation, but they swiftly relax the moment I drop to my knees.

Her pussy is at the perfect height propped up on the vanity for me to feast on.

As if sensing my thoughts, her thighs part a little more, offering me even more access to her needy core.

Reaching for her ankles, I ghost my fingertips up her legs, swirling over her knees and consuming her thighs before I yank her forward enough to splay her pussy at the edge of the vanity.

I run the pad of my tongue from her core to her clit in one slow, delicious move. Her sweetness already glistens along my tongue, her arousal evident as her palms fall flat on the vanity beside her.

“Fuck, Brody,” she rasps, a twinkle of the devil flitting in her gaze among the innocence that drapes over the rest of her. “More, please more,” she begs after one small move, and I feel like a fucking king.

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