Page 62 of The Fox

I surge forward, capturing her lips in mine, my tongue plunging into her mouth and coaxing her to match my pace. It is a clashing of willpower, the crumbling of walls, and it feels like a symphony crescendoing between us.She loves me.I will never tire of her saying those words. Tears fall from her eyes, leaving rivets on her cheeks as I kiss them away.

“Love me, Rhodes Alexander. Make me yours, in every way.” Amelia barely chokes the words out before my resolve snaps.

My hips thrust forward, and it feels like coming home. Amelia’s body bows into mine, a pant falling from her mouth. Her grey eyes go dark for a moment. I bring one hand to grasp her jaw, keeping her gaze on me. “Eyes,kochanie. I am the only one in this bed. The only one who gets to claim this body.” Her pussy is a vice around my cock, tight and perfect. I move my grasp to the back of her neck, looking down between us.

“You take me so well, baby. Look at this pretty pussy stretched around me. Such a pretty sight, isn’t it?” She hums, shifting her hips. I pull out nearly all the way before slamming back into her. My movements are not gentle or forgiving.

“Fuck,” she whispers. I push into her again, my hips snapping against the backs of her thighs and I hook one knee over my elbow. I pull her leg up and out, forcing her to spread wider for me.Gods, that’s it.“Rhodes. Fuck. Please. Fuck.”

I feel the fluttering of her around my length. I rub my other hand up the middle of her chest, firmly resting at the base of her neck. I let it stay there, my hips moving more frantically. Amelia is meeting me with each stroke.

“That’s it, baby. Take your pleasure. You can fall, I have you.”

“I can’t.” Amelia’s eyes droop closed as she inches closer to that ledge.

“You can,kochanie. Give me those eyes.” She snaps them open. “Good girl, let go, Amelia. I will catch you. Let fucking go and come for me.” Her orgasm is a gentle wave at first and as she free falls, it reaches its crest, strangling my cock. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. My brave girl.”

I follow her over the ledge, spilling into the condom before slowly pulling out. I remove the sheath, tying the end as I walk into the bathroom. Snagging a washcloth, I run the water until warm, wetting the cloth and returning to the woman who loves me.

She’s still laying in our bed, her breathing slow and eyes closed. I see her rub her head into the mattress, and I gently tap her legs to clean her up. Amelia hums her contentment. I toss the rag in the hamper before tugging her up into our bed. I lay against the headboard, placing her head in my lap, running my fingers through her hair as she comes down from her high. I cover her body with a blanket, leaning my head back.

I hear a soft snore, looking down to find Amelia asleep. I wiggle us into a more comfortable position, wrapping her around me, and close my eyes with a full heart.

CHAPTER 41

Amelia---Acceptance

I told Rhodes I love him.

I let him see every facet of me. Rhodes didn’t run. He didn’t run from the darkness. Instead, he held me as I fell apart. The inner version of me that I’ve kept hidden has never felt so loved, so safe. I see home in his eyes, a shelter from this unyielding tempest battering itself against my ironclad heart. He makes me brave.

It wasn’t just in the way he fucked me.

Listen, the man can fuck.

It is how his eyes always demand mine, an anchor even in the most heated moments. It is his gentleness in making sure I am cleaned up before we go to sleep. Him waking up before me to make sure my coffee was ready and waiting on my nightstand.

It is how he dominates me. Not in an overbearing way, but in a way that for the first time, in a very long time, made me feel safe. It makes me feel like I could let down my guard.

My demons are quiet. There is no knocking at the door, no claws scraping along the windows of my soul.

I’m happy for the first time in years.

CHAPTER 42

Amelia---Exoskeleton

I don’t think I’ve ever slept this well, my fingers roaming the solid chest beside me as my body curls further into him.Rhodes.I tilt my head, gazing up at the man who’d demolished my barriers and reclaimed my soul from my demons. The man who’d put me before himself in every way. I continue running a hand up the planes of his abdomen, tips of my fingers gently mapping their way home, until reaching his scruff.

Hmm, the way this jawline had felt between my thighs, where I still ache? So. Good.

I cup his jaw, memorizing the way he looks right now, sleeping in my bed. I reach for his hair, smiling at the way it has fallen across those defined brows that always seem furrowed my way. I push the strands off his face, snuggling closer as if I were wanting to be a second skin.

I don’t recognize what is coming over me, but I know him, comingwithme? I’ll never be the same. It is as if I have shed my past, becoming someone stronger.

I shuffle, rubbing my thighs together in search of friction as the memories of last night flood my mind. I move my hand back down, curling under the thin sheet, and find him already hard. I grip his thick shaft, stroking him as I move my body down until I am face level with his cock.

I take just the tip into my mouth, sucking and lapping at the pre-cum leaking from him. I wait, watching to see if he’s noticed. My mind feels mischievous and all I can think about is playing with him, teasing him until he wakes. I pull him deeper between my lips, relaxing my jaw and trying to take all of him. His hips lift. I smirk and double down, one hand snaking to cup his balls, applying firm pressure as I bob my head. I lose myself in the moment of this simple act.

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