Page 25 of Love, Honor, and Ink

Harper pushed her gently onto the bed, and she opened for him, her head going back as he slowly entered her. The feel of him deep inside made her gasp, her breath coming in quick bursts.

Harper leaned down, one hand on her thigh, the other between her legs, rubbing over her clit. “You’re beautiful like this.”

She laughed, cupping her breasts. His eyes darkened at the movement, so she pinched her nipples. “Only like this?”

He moved his hips, and her eyes crossed. “You’re beautiful every day, but here, right now? This is only for us. I’m the only one who gets to see this, the only one who gets to feel this.” He moved again, and she reached up for him, needing to touch, to feel. “You’re mine, Arianna.”

Thrust.

“Mine.”

She moved with him then, his words scaring her more than she thought possible. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. As they came together, he moved to hug her close so they lay side by side, their breaths coming in unison as they stared at one another.

They didn’t say a word, but then again, no words were needed.

As the rapid pace of her heart began to slow, fear began to thread itself around her in the place of all the warmth they’d shared.

She couldn’t fall for this man, her best friend. If she did, then she could break once again. She’d put everything she had into her dreams once, and she’d lost it all.

She wasn’t sure what she’d do if she lost Harper, as well.

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