Page 94 of Chasing Sparks

Over and over I plunge into her heat, her pussy growing wetter by the second, her back arching as she meets each thrust.

Fuck, nothing has ever felt so good.

My cock threatens to override my brain, but I hold back, tamping down the need coursing through me.

Right now is all about Ori.

Feeling her.

Feeling us.

Feelingeverything.

Call me shallow, but this is my love language—an unending adoration of her body that is so much more than just a physical act.

It’s how I share everything I feel—the emotions, the need, the fears.

I pray Ori understands. Even though I don’t believe in love as a concept, I believe in her.

I believe she might make me whole someday.

I want that with her.

But saying the words, breathing life into them, feels like jumping out of a plane with a parachute I know is faulty.

The last time I did that, I crash-landed in a brutal reality my heart didn’t want to see.

Even now, Lucille’s specter lingers—not because I want her back, but as a reminder of what happens when I entrust my heart to someone. Chances are, they won’t want it.

Even if Ori claims otherwise.

After all, Lucille said all the right words but never meant them. If she had, she wouldn’t have spent months lying to me.

Every time I step forward with Ori, it’s like the universe waves a red flag, warning me to stay on my guard.

But when I look at her, feel her wrapped around me, I want to give hereverything.

More than I ever wanted with Lucille.

That knowledge terrifies me because if Ori has the power to love me, she also has the power to destroy me.

The only thing tethering me at this moment is Ori’s legs wrapped tightly around me as she urges me on, demanding more.

My time. My body. My loyalty.

I pray it’s enough—because it’s all I have to give her.

My heart is off-limits.

“Hey, where did you go?” Ori whispers, her voice soft and searching.

Smiling, I shove my jar of doubts onto a shelf deep in my mind. “I’m right here, beautiful. You okay with this?”

She nods, her lips curling into a gentle smile as she pulls me into a kiss. “Are you?”

“You’re perfect. How could I not be?”

I start moving inside her again, losing myself in the connection—the purest, rawest need imaginable.

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