Page 64 of Alliance

Naz laughs as we pound our snow covered boots against the brick wall before we enter our building. “What’s it today,bella?”

I roll my eyes. He finds my ever-changing hobbies amusing. Apparently while Naz was working for Sam he managed to make more money than we’d need for a while. Paired with the donation from John, and the cash we had on hand—we’re set for a while. The money gave me freedom to take my time to decide what I wanted to do.

Which should be easier than it is. I’m overwhelmed with the ideas, and I want to do everything, soak up every possible experience. And when the thrill washes away, I move on. I’m becoming an adrenaline junkie for life.

“Writing,” I tell him.

Since we’ve been in New York I’ve taken up reading as a hobby, devouring every word I can. After countless novels, I was ready to try something myself. Who knows, maybe I finally found my voice after everything.

He reaches forward, tapping the side of my blue light blocking glasses. “These are cute.” He smiles.

“Very writer-ly, right?”

He laughs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my lips. “I love them.”

Before he opens the apartment door he lifts me into his arms, carrying me through the threshold. Laughter escapes from my lips and before I know it he’s tossing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me, kissing the few spots of exposed skin before he grabs for the zipper of my winter jacket.

These moments with him are my favorite, and I savor every second.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. “I love you,” I whisper.

Hearing the words and saying the words never gets old. I could listen to his voice whisper those three words on repeat. I’m addicted to the love, the feeling that radiates between us.

He sheds me of my winter clothing and then removes his until we’re naked in the bedroom of our apartment under the twinkle lights I’d strung up that week.

His fingers skim down, moving over my shoulder and down my torso finding my tit. Rolling the tight bud of my nipple between his fingers, he kisses me deeper.

I meet his dark eyes and they peer over my body, admiring me in a way that still sends a shiver down my spine. I was afraid that at some point his gaze would stop affecting me in that way, but I’m still addicted to him. His admiration, his body, everything about him has me buzzing with energy.

Fingers skate over my arm, his touch searing me as it travels higher, stroking my cheek gently as he hovers above me. His thumb slips between my lips and I suck on the digit.

“Fucking beautiful.” He breathes and dips his head lower, crashing his lips against mine. “Do you know that, Lana? Do you know how amazing you are?” He presses soft kisses along my jawline.

I don’t tire of listening to his praise, his words send warmth through my body. His kisses trail lower, finding the hem of my leggings. He grips the stretchy material in his fingers, dragging it down my legs pulling them off. His hands rub over my legs as he settles between them.

His head dips down and my body tenses in anticipation. Every touch lights up my soul, sending sparks through me. His hot breath skates over my core and his tongue finds my slit. I moan as soon as he touches me. He finds my clit, licking the bundle of nerves and sucking it between his lips.

Everything with Naz is coated in warmth. His soft encouragement and sweet words mixed with the dirty acts have me throbbing with need. I can still taste the saltiness of his skin on my tongue. I want more. I want his finger in my mouth, his lips on my skin, his cock inside me.

I want everything he has to give.

His fingers find my entrance and he pushes one in and then a second while continuously sucking on my clit. My fingers weave through his dark hair, gripping the locks between them while I cry out through my orgasm, falling over the edge.

He doesn’t give me time to come down from the high before he has me flipped over, my ass popped up for him. He runs his hands over my flesh for a moment before he lifts one and brings it back down on the curve of my ass. I yelp out from the shock; he didn’t hit hard enough for it to leave more than a little sting. With him, nothing feels wrong or dirty, I feel safe and secure.

He lines his cock with my entrance and thrusts inside me. Breathy moans escape from my lips as he pulls out and moves back in. In only a few thrusts my body is aching for him, wanting him to move faster, harder.

“Fuck,” he moans. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

I warm at his words, the husky tone of his voice. My fingers reach back, grasping for him and his hand finds mine, our fingers interlocking.

“More,” I pant.

I’m thrusting back against him, searching for the high that I’ve come to associate with Naz. Before him, I had never felt this energy, never knew what kind of light and warmth could exist in this world.

That first time he fucked me in his apartment, my body buzzing from the shots, he awoke something in me. I couldn’t shove it back down after that, couldn’t pretend that there wasn’t something here, an electric current tugging us together.

We fit together so perfectly.

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