Page 46 of Before We Say I Do

He never made love to someone who fulfilled him so thoroughly. Someone who he found himself making sure they were just as spent as he. The need to blend with her in perfect harmony was stronger than he’d ever imagined.

All of the love in his bones was poured into her, in their sexuality, in their spirituality. His entire soul was so complete with her. It was euphoria—like a supernatural force that tied them together.

Kyle could no longer breathe without her. He couldn’t find pleasure in his day without the thought of her, and as his hips rocked, he witnessed the splendor of her submission.

How she gave herself so explicitly to him. The beauty in her pleasure. The erotism of her desire.

They rocked together, steam flying around them in waves as their love never ceased for a moment, moans and shouts filling their space. Lips and mouths, tasting tongues. Eyes rolling, bodies trembling, chills racing, tremors knocking through their souls.

“I love you, borboleta.”

“Kyle…” London’s eyes rolled, breath bated. “I love you, too.”

“Are you ready to come for me?”

“I’m ready to come with you, love.”

His hips rotated, churned her to the point of gut-punching her G-spot again, then again.

“OOOOh…”

London rotated her hips back, but her resolve was loosening, weakening, threatening to become undone.

“Kyyyyle!”

He flattened his body on top of her, stretching into her pussy so thoroughly her moan was a mixture of a pleasurable scream.

Her ears popped, and her body went into a quake as they came together, hot, pulsing, rocking.

Kyle sucked in her tongue and fed off her mouth, refusing to ever let go.

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