Page 67 of Wickedly Yours

Because, selfishly, I wanted to keep her—forever.

Tie her to me, mark her, make it so she could never leave me. Fuck, I was an asshole. That I’d do it all and not regret a single moment of it, as long as it gave meher.

Luna twisted around, pressing her bare breasts to my chest as she straddled my lap, arms winding around my neck.

Her lips met mine as she kissed me—sloppily, hungrily, before one hand wandered down my body, tracing down my chest and abdomen before wrapping around my cock.

“Luna—” I protested as she moved her hand up and down.

She moved her lips down my neck, kissing towards mypecs. “It’s your turn,” she said, flicking her tongue over my nipple. “I want to take care of you, too.”

Wrapping my hand over hers, I stilled her hand, gritting my teeth from the sensation, how good it felt to have her touchingme.

“That was just for you,” I protested, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t need you to reciprocate.”

“But—” she protested, and I clicked my tongue.

“We’re not trading favors, Moonbeam. If I want to fuck you with my tongue, then you don’t have to give me anything back.” Because I was desperate to have her taste on my tongue again, to bury myself in her sweet cunt every day, but I had to rein myself in. I wasn’t a beast in heat. I could practice some control.

“You…” She looked away. Her face was red, and I wondered what combination it was from—her orgasm, the heat of the pools, or the adorable blush she often got when talking aboutthis.“But what if Iwantto taste you?”

Fuck.She was going to ruin me. “You do, hm?” I let her hand resume its motion, both of us working my length in tandem. My voice was a rasp when I choked out, “Next time.” I’d let her do whatever she wanted to me as long as she kept touching me likethat.

She hummed, her eyelids drooping as I got closer, feeling myself harden further in her grasp, my balls tightening.

“Luna.” My teeth clashed together as I forced out the words in warning, but she didn’t stop. “Fuck,”I groaned, grabbing her by the hips and lifting her out of the pool.

“What?” She frowned. “Was it not?—”

I kissed her forehead. “You’re perfect.” Grabbing a towel, I kneeled in front of her, taking the time to dry her legs, moving up and treating each inch of her body with the same attention. A light moan slipped from her lips as I moved the fabric overher nipples, and she pressed against me, only the towel keeping our skin apart.

“We’re just going to get dirty again,” Luna whispered in my ear, tracing a finger up my abs.

Her damp hair spilled down over her skin, drawing my attention to the little freckles dotting her shoulders.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I groaned, trying to focus on my current mission.

Once she was sufficiently dry, I moved to repeat the process on me, but she stole the towel from my hands.

“That looks painful,” she continued, her eyes narrowed in on my weeping cock. “Why don’t you let me take care of it?”

“Luna,” I clicked my tongue, letting her drop the towel to the floor between us.

And then I hefted her into my arms, carrying us back to bed, eager to finish what we’d started.

She’d finally fallen asleep after I’d lost count of how many orgasms I had given her. With my tongue, my fingers, my cock. After I’d filled her up with my seed, coated her skin with my scent, so there would be no question whose she was.

Good.I felt smug, like a preening peacock. I had to make up for lost time, the nights I’d spent apart from her. Now, my girl was in my arms, and it was everything.

And in a few more nights, she’d be my wife.

Her leg was thrown over mine, our naked bodies intertwined, when she let out a whimper. I frowned, smoothing over the skin on her forehead. I knew I should sleep, but I couldn’t help but feel like the moment I did, I’d wake up and find out this had all been a dream.

“Zain,” she groaned, hand clutching around my biceps. Her nails dug in, slicing tiny half-circles into my skin.

Her body spasmed, thrashing back and forth with her eyes open wide—like she wasseeing.Whatever it was, it was more like a nightmare.

“Luna.” I rested my hand on her forehead. “Wake up, Moonbeam.”

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