Page 196 of Chasing Sparks

Sweeping her into my arms, I carry her to the bed, placing her across the soft blanket. When her eyes meet mine, I see everything I’ve searched my entire life for—everything I damn near lost forever.

I settle between her thighs, my lips dusting kisses along her abdomen and hips. Her soft sighs fill the room, and I swear they’re my favorite melody. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect.”

My tongue traces a languid path along her breasts and up her throat, savoring the soft warmth of her skin, every movement as slow and reverent as if discovering her for the first time.

When I reach her mouth, her lips eagerly claim mine. She tangles her hands in my hair as we reacquaint ourselves with a chemistry so powerful it could burn the world down.

My thumb circles her clit, slick with her arousal, teasing her open with deliberate strokes. My fingers slide inside her, curling and stroking, pulling soft gasps from her as her body tightens beneath me. Just as she starts to tremble, I slow, dragging her back from the brink before starting again.

Yes, I’m keeping her on that edge, riding that razor, and taking back every single minute I lost over the last month.

“You know, Mr. Hammond,” she teases, “it’s almost unfair how good you are at this. How am I supposed to survive without you for even a day?”

"You won’t have to ever again." I pause, brushing my lips over hers as the truth pours out of me. "Even though I can breathe without you, Ori, I never want to. Life without you isn’t living. You’re my reason for everything."

Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she cups my face, brushing her fingers along my jaw. “You’re mine, too.”

Ori’s reassurance is all I need. Now, it’s time to reclaim what’s mine.

My cock teases her entrance, savoring how wet and ready she is for me. I’ve always said she has the most perfect pussy on the planet, but I was wrong. Every inch of her is perfection—and every inch belongs to me.

Her hips lift in an unspoken plea as she cups her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she begs.

What my lady wants, she gets.

When I thrust deep inside her, she releases a guttural moan, her nails raking down my back as she pulls me close.

A flash of overwhelming emotion rushes through me, and I pause, basking in her tight warmth.

I slide my hands under her shoulders and pull her close as I move slowly inside her, savoring every second.

This is so much more than sex. So much more than making love. Thisislove. This is us rediscovering every inch of each other.

Ori whimpers, her body trembling as she nears release, but I won’t rush one second of this. My gaze locks on hers, a smile tugging at my lips as the pleasure sweeps across her face.

She arches into me, her whole body trembling as she unravels, her muscles clenching around my cock and pulling me dangerously close to the edge.

Ori moans my name as she clings to me, her nails scratching temporary tattoos into my skin. Let her mark me everywhere because I know one thing—I belong to this woman.

No one else will ever stand a chance.

When a second orgasm crests through her, Ori thrashes beneath me. “Ash, fuck, it’s too much.”

But it’s nowhere near enough. I silence any protest with my mouth, kissing her deeply, my tongue tangling with hers in a slow, sensual rhythm as my shaft glides through her slick heat.

When her cries soften, I pull back, savoring the moment before resuming my slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Does it feel good for you?” Ori murmurs, her voice a soft purr of satisfaction.

“You’re perfection. Utter perfection,” I whisper, pressing my lips to her temple.

But she knows, after months of our wild and crazy sex life, that I’m taking it easy.

Ori strokes her fingers along my bearded jaw, a knowing smile curving her lips. "You’re so slow and gentle tonight. Are you afraid of hurting the baby?"

I nuzzle my lips against her neck, smiling when she releases a low chuckle. “I know our baby is safe, but I don’t want to miss a thing.”

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