Page 6 of Endless Love: Novella

How did I ever live without her? How did I live without this? Something as simple as brushing her long, dark locks over her shoulder so I could press my lips to the bare skin I revealed. It was warm and soft, and it carried the scent of her perfume. Something by Dior which she could wear forever as far as I was concerned. I would have bought her a lifetime supply if I didn’t know it would lose its scent over time.

Her smile didn’t last long. “It won’t be easy trying to stay happy and positive today.” With her hand on my chest, she propped her chin on top, sighing.

I ran my fingers through her hair, something that always calmed her. “It’s not your responsibility to keep everybody happy,” I gently reminded her. I didn’t want to seem cold, like I didn’t care. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I wouldn’t make a big deal about it, but I was just as shaken by what we found in the village last night as she was. A reminder that everything could go up in smoke at any time. We were lucky. We could replace whatever we lost.

But some things couldn’t be replaced, could they? That store represented a hell of a lot of work for Colton, and now it was gone along with the gowns Aria and Valentina had chosen to wear on the biggest day of their lives. It fucking sucked, putting it mildly, and of course, it would put a damper on the whole event.

“What do you think you’ll do? Go back to the city?” I asked, still combing my fingers through her hair, noticing how her eyes slowly closed, and a look of satisfaction softened her frown.

“I heard your dad say something last night about having assistants bring out whatever they could pull from storage for the sake of finding something new. The bridesmaids’ dresses, I’m not as worried about,” she confessed. “There were otherchoices we liked just as much. But the bridal gowns were one-of-a-kind. It’s heartbreaking.”

“I know. But trust me,” I told her, trying to smile for her sake. “They have a shit ton of dresses to choose from. Dad would move Heaven and Earth to make sure the twins have what they need, and you know Magnus would pay anything for extra seamstresses to do the alterations. It’ll be fine. What’s a wedding without a little drama?”

“Don’t you dare say that.” She gave my chest a soft, playful slap. “It’s going to be our turn sometime, right? I don’t want any drama.”

“We’ll have the most boring wedding in the history of weddings,” I promised, kissing her forehead. “Guests will be falling asleep during the ceremony.”

“Shut up!” She was giggling as I rolled her over, kissing her neck, groping whatever I could reach.

“We were supposed to be getting up, weren’t we?” she reminded me while draping a leg over mine, pulling me closer to her heat.

“Yeah, and somebody’s up.” Taking her hand, I closed it around my stiff cock. Her touch was electric, sending ripples of heat through me and turning desire into desperate, panting need with every stroke.

“But I thought we were in a hurry…” She loved to tease me, and of course, she would choose a moment like this when I was rock hard and looking to bury my dick in her to play innocent.

“I’m still in a hurry,” I confessed, thrusting into her fist, savoring the feel of her touch. “My priorities have shifted, is all.”

“Oh, really? And what do you think you’re going to do now?” She couldn’t continue to play games when I pulled her nipple between my lips, rolling my tongue around it in slow circles until she arched her back and purred like a kitten. She was no match for me when I knew exactly how and where to touch her.

I had cataloged everything about her too—how much pressure and when to back off a little to draw out her pleasure. It was a point of pride—a personal goal—playing her body the way a master played his instrument.

“Just like that…” She sighed, running her fingers through my hair, holding my head in place. “God, you make me so wet.”

My cock surged, and I groaned when the pressure was almost too much to handle. “That’s because I know what your pussy needs,” I reminded her, turning my attention to the other nipple, going back and forth so she was writhing, legs spread in silent offering.

Lifting my head, I gazed down the length of her body as I pulled the sheet away. She was nothing short of perfection, smooth and glowing in the morning sun. We both shuddered as I indulged in her silky skin, running my hand over her thigh until I reached the curve of her ass. Goose bumps rose at my touch and she shivered, whimpering softly as I draped her leg over my shoulder.

I could smell her arousal, and my lips hadn’t even touched her glistening mound. Her pretty pussy was neatly shaved, her juices already flowing, leaving a small wet spot on the sheet. “What am I going to do with all of this?” I growled, inhaling deeply, pulling her essence into my lungs. I needed her, all of her, all the time. There was no life without this, without her.

“You got me wet,” she reasoned with a throaty, breathless chuckle. “You should clean me up.”

“What do you know? I was thinking the same thing.” Our eyes met for one long, silent moment before I descended, delved through her folds, used my tongue to part her lips, and lapped up every drop of her exquisite nectar.

“Oh God!” She gasped, hips lifting as her body took over, demanding what it needed. I gave it to her just the way she liked it, running my tongue over her clit, flicking the tip until herbreathing went harsh, frantic. That was my cue to slow down—her frustrated whine didn’t do her any favors.

“Let me come,” she whispered, pulled my head closer, and ground her pussy against my face.

She knew better than that. All it would get her was more frustration since I slowed to the point my tongue barely moved. I gazed across her body, past her heaving tits, and into her blazing eyes. “Let me come,” she begged.

Her head hit the pillow, and she growled louder when I shook my head, chuckling, then I went back to work. I was in no hurry now, not when she was writhing and needy like this. My kickass, brilliant fiancée who took shit from nobody was begging me like her life depended on it. Everything else could wait.

As usual, she found a way to turn the tables. “At least let me suck your dick while you do this,” she suggested, pushing herself up on her elbows.

Now, that got my attention. There wasn’t much else in the world that could have convinced me to lift my head away from her sweet aroma. “If you insist…” I rolled onto my back, my dick dripping with excitement that only got more intense when Sienna hovered over my face, inches from my mouth. I took her hips in my hands and pulled her down so I could thrust my tongue inside her dripping cunt.

“Oh, fuck yes.” She sighed. The touch of her tongue to my swollen head wiped out all conscious thought. There was nothing to do but feel her mouth sliding down the length of my shaft. She massaged me with her tongue while I fucked her with mine, groping her ass, reaching between us to fondle her tits while her head bobbed.

I couldn’t keep up with the sensations as all of my senses were assaulted—smell, taste, hearing, and touch. It wasn’t easy to focus on what I was doing to her while she expertly worked mycock, increased the pressure, and used her hand to cover what her mouth couldn’t take.

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