Page 35 of Justice

A sharp nip makes me cry out. "Oh God!" I don't care who hears, I'm too lost in the moment.

"That's it, sweetheart," Christopher murmurs, pulling me closer.

He doesn't relent, even as waves of pleasure crash over me. His fingers dig into my skin as he holds me steady, prolonging my high. "Good girl," he praises, and I clench involuntarily at his words.

When I can breathe again, Christopher shifts our bodies, settling between my legs. He cups my face gently, thumb tracing my lower lip. "You sure about this?" he asks softly, giving me one last chance to back out.

I lean in, kissing him tenderly. My heart feels so full it might burst. "More than anything," I whisper against his lips.

"Okay, angel," he smiles, resting his forehead against mine. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Our eyes lock, and I know there's no going back. Not that I'd want to.

Christopher's hardness presses against me, sending a shiver of anticipation through my body. Any lingering nerves fade away—this is my Christopher, my safe harbor.

I grip the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin as I guide him inside. There's a slight burn as my body adjusts, but the discomfort quickly gives way to intense pleasure as he fills me completely.

I gasp, arching my back as he pushes all the way in, hitting a spot that makes me see stars. His fingers find my clit, and the dual sensation is almost too much to bear.

"Christopher!" I cry out, beyond caring who might hear. My body stretches to accommodate him, the slight ache only amplifying my pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans, his voice rough with desire.

I can only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. This connection, this intimacy, it's everything I've been craving.

His lips crash against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth as I moan into the kiss. He moves inside me, setting my body on fire with desire.

Our bodies move in sync, the tension building with each thrust. I grip his hair, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure.

"I love you," he murmurs against my lips.

"I love you too," I gasp between moans.

The world fades away until it's just us, lost in passion. I can feel him trembling, nearing the edge.

I arch my back, pressing closer as he drives deeper. His hand supports my lower back. I wrap my legs tighter around him, urging him on.

Our kisses grow frantic as we chase our release. The pressure builds low in my belly. His movements become more focused, more intense.

"Let go for me," he says, eyes locked on mine. "I want to see you come."

With a cry of his name, I shatter. He follows, burying his face in my neck as he finishes.

"I love you so much," I murmur, kissing his neck.

"Love you too," he replies, voice thick with emotion.

The weight of him on top of me, the warmth and safety I feel—it hits me how deeply I love this man. He's still inside me, a delicious ache setting in.

This is different.

I feel loved, and I felt it.

He lifts his head, his expression softer than I've ever seen. I cup his jaw, savoring the rough stubble that reminds me of how it felt between my thighs.

Without thinking, I clench around him. He lets out a strangled sound, and we lock eyes for a moment before dissolving into laughter.

"Careful," he chokes out, "I think you nearly snapped it off."

I clutch my chest in mock horror. "We can't have that! I've grown quite fond of Little Christopher."

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