Page 133 of A Temporary Forever

He studies me for a moment, his breath labored. “I’m glad I saved my bed for you.”

Oh, fuck, that too. “I mean, no condoms.”

His eyebrows jerk up. It’s a slight jolt of surprise, but it’s there. Like he’s been reckless but never once unprotected.

“I’m clean and on the shot.” I sink my hips lower and we both moan.

“How do you know I’m clean?”

I shrug. “I trust you, pretty boy.”

A flicker of something dark flashes through his face, and he thrusts up and sheathes himselfinside me, filling me, and drawing a deep guttural moan from me.

I circle my hips to adjust to him and start moving languidly. Our eyes locked, this feels the same, and dramatically different from any other time.

It might be the novelty of the environment, the newly forged trust between us, or just the lingering exhaustion from yesterday.

Whatever the reason, the result is cathartic. Transforming. Magnificent.

My orgasm builds and comes crashing down, faster and harder than ever before. Caleb cups the back of my neck and pulls me to him, seizing my lips in a punishing kiss. “That’s my girl.”

I don’t have a chance to marvel in my high before he flips us, hikes my hips and drives into me again with such force, I leap forward on the mattress.

“Hands on the headboard,” he growls, and I scramble to oblige without a thought.

Because there is no thinking this morning. There is only feeling.

Feeling adored.

Feeling safe.

Feeling ecstatic.

Feeling possessed by this man. Belonging to him. Loving him.

Pounding into me like he can’t get enough, like heneeds to punish and reward me at the same time, Caleb pulls at my hair.

In the haze of my first orgasm, and the desire raking through my body and pooling in my core, my mind registers his voice, and a question that hits me raw and honest.

“Who do you belong to, black swan?”

Chapter 35

Caleb

Idon’t know why I need her to say it. It annoys me she hasn’t yet, and it pisses me off that I need the reassurance.

I lean forward, bracing on my arm, while I tug at her hair again. “Who do you belong to?”

It’s like I’m a man possessed, and her answer is the holy land I need to conquer. As if she didn’t show me with her actions, her support, her presence.

“Just fuck me, would you?” she pants.

Turning her head, she snakes her hand around my neck and pulls my face closer. While her other arm holds the headboard, she manages to meet my lips in a sloppy kiss.

I drop her hair and straighten behind her. Gripping her hips, I pound into her like I can punish her for not saying the words. For being fucking stubborn anddefiant. While I’ve known all along those are the qualities I love about her.

The room fills with our moans, our sweat, our bodies connecting. The sight of my cock disappearing into her awakens something primal in me.

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