Page 55 of Make You Mine

She kisses me, moaning into my mouth when our tongues meet. The quiet noise of our bodies sliding against each other, her nipples skating over my skin, the sensual way she moves her hips over me, steady but slow, her signature jasmine scent drugging me into euphoria, it’s like my senses are hyper-aware.

Moaning from deep in her throat when I thrust up into her, her hips start to rock harder, causing the bed to move against the wall. “Shit,” she says, then immediately slows her movements.

“Fuck it, baby. Keep going. I want to feel that pussy squeeze me.”

My words must send her over the edge because she buries her head in the pillow over my shoulder. Headboard noise be damned.

“Don’t stop riding this cock. Bite that pillow,” I growl in her ear, her pussy fluttering around me as she comes with a muffled cry, her arms and legs tightening around me.

Unable to stop myself, my hips thrust up with a powerful rhythm, meeting her. Faster and faster, my vision darkens, body tingling, and I turn my head into her neck to silence my own moans as I come deep inside of her.

The orgasmic haze starts to clear as we catch our breaths, and Ashley lifts her head. “Well, I probably just made a lasting impression on your mother.”

We both break into a fit of laughter.

“I already told her you were the future Mrs. Manning, so I’ll just tell her we decided to get a head start on grandkids… She won’t care.”

Ashley giggles, but I know her thoughts have likely drifted to the same place as mine.

These past few days in the safety of Nori Beach have reminded us of what it's truly like when the Mafia isn’t controlling her.All the things we could have.

All the things I so desperately want for us. Returning to New York tomorrow with no new news from Nico regarding Junior fills me with nervous energy. I push that thought aside and focus on the love of my life lying in my arms.

No matter what, she will be safe.

Seventeen

Waking up with Trent’s arms around me is something I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of, and sadly, something I know will have to be put on pause very soon. Junior returns next week, and my cage will be locked once again, along with my freedom.

“Mmm, go back to sleep.” His gruff morning voice sounds over my shoulder, followed by a gentle kiss on my neck.

“I have brunch plans with my mom today, remember?”

“You’re hungry? I thought you’d still be full from last night,” he teases while pressing his morning wood into my ass.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Forever would never be enough,” he whispers softly, and I roll over to face him, instantly getting lost in his green eyes. This man has once again taken me over, mind, body, and soul.

“I love you so damn much,” I say as tears flood my eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry, baby.” He leans over and kisses away the tears trailing down mycheeks.

“I’m afraid,” I admit.

Trent pulls me even closer. “It’ll all be okay. I promise you that.”

“Will it, though…honestly? Like, what are we going to do when he gets back? How are we going to get rid of him? What happens if he finds out?” My mind dumps all the what-ifs that have been playing on repeat, no matter how hard I try to stop them.

“It will all be taken care of,” he says, kissing my forehead and I nod, pushing away my fears.

Trent’s phone chimes with a notification. “It’s Micah. He’ll be here in a half hour.”

“Ugh, guess that means I have to get in the shower.”

“I would give anything to be there with you,” he says, cupping my face.

“Someday soon, hopefully.”

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