Page 18 of Desiring Destiny

Griffin takes a step closer to me, erasing the distance between us. He runs his hands up and down my naked body, caressing my hips, my breasts, even my throat and lips. His strong, capable hands leave a throbbing, warm blaze in their wake.

His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me into him for a punishing kiss. I’m his. He owns every part of me. That’s what he’s telling me with each stroke of his tongue, each anguished groan that travels through his body and into mine. I feel his kiss everywhere, and I need more.

Griffin guides me backward until the edge of the mattress hits the back of my legs. He gently lays me out on the bed, then stands in front of me, looking down at my body. It’s all for him. I spread my legs, moaning when he growls and clenches his fists.

"Fuck, Destiny. You're so damn sexy." He's on me in the next instant, covering my body with open-mouthed kisses, sucking on my skin, and leaving little love bites up my torso and on my breasts.

I jerk and twist beneath him, gasping for air and whimpering with each lingering touch and kiss. When he finally reaches my mouth, Griffin slants his lips over mine and leads us in a slow, drugging kiss.

My legs automatically spread wider so he can settle between them. I feel his long, thick cock glide against my pussy, collecting my juices and driving me crazy. He’sso closeto where I need him, I nearly cry in frustration.

Griffin sits back slightly and gathers my wrists up in one of his large hands, pinning them to the mattress before nuzzling into the side of my neck.

“Fuckin’ love seeing you stretched out for me,” he says into my skin, his voice low, gravelly, and desperate. Griffin drags his lips down my neck and across my collarbone, then he nips at the tops of my breasts, grinning wickedly when I jump and gasp. “Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy now, Destiny. Are you ready for me?”

I nod and tilt my hips, nudging the swollen head of his cock against my entrance. Griffin growls and reaches down between us to guide himself inside in one smooth stroke. Fire spreads through my veins, and heat pulses out from my core, overwhelming my body.

I wiggle my hips, making sparks sizzle and burn across my skin. Griffin groans, leaning over me, one hand still holding my wrists above my head while the other trails up my side. He squeezes my breast, pinching my hardened, sensitive nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

My back bows off the bed, and he takes the opportunity to slip his hand between my back and the mattress, pushing my chest up so he can feast on me. Griffin grinds his cock into me, filling me up before pulling back and slamming into me roughly.

My breasts jiggle with every thrust as he sets a relentless pace. I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his sculpted ass, crying out when he hits the spot inside me that pushes me right up to the edge.

My muscles tense as my pussy tightens around his thickness. He lifts his head from my chest and studies my face, no doubt sensing how close I am. My thighs shake and a shiver runs up my spine, seizing my lungs and forcing out a scream as I come around his cock.

Rivulets of pleasure course through my body, making every nerve-ending spark to life. Griffin fucks me through it, never letting up. He still has my wrists secured in his grasp, despite all my writhing around and trying to twist away from the intense pressure and sharp ecstasy he's creating deep inside me.

I swear I’m about to come again, but suddenly Griffin isn’t on top of me anymore. I hardly have time to register his absence before his big hands grasp my hips firmly. Griffin flips me over effortlessly, then pulls my hips back so I’m on all fours.

“Fuck yes,” he grunts, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. “Jesus Christ, I’ve pictured you like this too many damn times.”

Griffin thrusts into me, growling when he bottoms out. I let out a broken cry as I unravel for him, my orgasm ricocheting through my body but never leaving me completely. I’m so fucking sensitive, so raw as he pounds into me.

“I-I-I ca-ca-n’t…” I stutter out, unable to take a full breath.

“You can, love. Trust me, you can. Feel this with me.Fuck, feel it, Destiny.”

I whimper and nod my head, staying right here with him in the moment, struggling to hold myself up on shaky arms while my pussy knots around him over and over. Incoherent words and strangled, almost tormented sounds fall from my lips as Griffin tears me apart, fucks me so good, so hard, so damn rough. He’s branding me with each savage stroke, claiming all of me, body and soul.

My fingers curl into the sheets, fisting them as I try desperately to hold myself up. When he brushes the tips of his fingers over my clit, my knees wobble and my arms give out completely. I face plant into the pillow, my ass still in the air, Griffin still pounding away. He pinches my clit and I sob out yet another orgasm. My pleasure spikes as white-hot bliss fills my veins. When it fades away, I'm completely limp. Boneless. Held up only by Griffin's punishing grip on my hips.

Griffin lets out a feral roar as his cum fills me up. He pulls back and then enters me again as more of his release shoots out of him. There’s so much, I feel it dripping down my thighs, the tickling sensation making me moan and involuntarily tremble in his arms.

I feel the last of his orgasm drain from him, and then Griffin collapses on top of me. He's sweaty and panting for air as he rests his forehead between my shoulder blades. I feel his hot breath on my skin, the weight of his body on top of mine, his sweat mixing with mine, and I know.

I just… know.

Everything will work out as long as we're together. Whether here at the resort, back in my hometown, or in a different country entirely, it doesn't matter. I thought my big adventure was going to be skiing, but it turns out that loving Griffin is the greatest adventure of all. I can't wait to see what the future holds.

EPILOGUE

GRIFFIN

“Ididn’t think they’d ever go to sleep,” Destiny whispers as she hands me a mug of hot cocoa. I take it from her and open my arm, tucking my wife into my side as we survey the postcard-worthy scene in front of us.

All three of our girls are snuggled up together under the tree with matching pajamas and pigtails. They’re each two years apart, with our youngest at just four years old. The soft white light from the decorated tree highlights their round cheeks, making me smile.

“Our little sugar plum fairies had to rest their wings at some point,” I tell her. She hums and nods before sipping her cocoa. “Now that all the official Christmas Eve activities are over, is there anything my wife would like to do?”

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