Page 102 of Malice

“Hud.” I lift my head to gaze down at him. He has the softest, most serene expression, as if the months of stress and fear and pain have literally melted away, and I’d swear he looks younger. “You can’t imagine how good it feels to know you feel safe with me.”

“I think I always have.” He reaches up to brush his fingers across my cheek. “From the first time you showed up there was something about you that disarmed me. I was so paranoid and skittish and just fucking scared all the time, but you helped me reclaim who I used to be. You inspire me to dream about who I might become with you in my life. You gave me solid ground to stand on again.”

“That means a lot to me. You deserve so much happiness, and I hope I can contribute to a lot of it. You’re amazing and so damn strong. You survived. Now we get to live.”

Smiling, he nods, but then as he twists his fingers in my hair, his smile shifts to a sultry smirk. “Now we get to make love. Truly make love.”

“Starting now.”

I kiss his neck and make my way down his body while he fumbles with the lube bottle. I watch with barely contained desire from between his legs as he takes my hand and pours some into it. Smiling, I move back up his body, claiming his delicious mouth, while I slide my fingers under him to explore his rim.

Hudson helps me by lifting and spreading his legs, his hands on his knees for support while our tongues tangle and our bodies notch against each other like puzzle pieces. My cock grinds against his, growing slick with precum and heat, and all my mind can process is that this is mine. I get to keep these feelings and this desire and this man. I get to keep Hudson.

I have to clear my throat of the emotions threatening to spill over. I can cry about it later. Right now, I have a beautiful man in my arms who deserves to come so hard he can’t see straight for a few minutes.

“Aster,” Hudson moans when I breach him with my fingers. “Feels so good.”

“My cock will feel better.”

He nods, gazing up at me with lust-heavy eyes. Fuck, he looks like a debauched angel right now, painted by some renaissance master obsessed with his elegant bone structure, the sexy pout of his lips, and those eyes that see straight to my soul.

I used to believe in luck until I met Hudson. Now I know it had to be Fate. There’s no way this man wasn’t designed just forme. I don’t know why I get to have him, but I won’t take the gift for granted.

“Please,” he whimpers, clawing at my back. “Need you.”

“I can’t get enough of you.” I bite his neck. “You’re so soft and warm, Hud. So fucking perfect.”

He makes a needy groan and humps into me, so I stop fucking around and get down to business. I remove my fingers to the sounds of his protest and use my slicked hand to lube up my cock, then line it up with his entrance.

“This is the best part,” he whispers, exhaling a shaky breath. “There’s nothing better.”

“Nothing.”

I push into him slowly, reveling in every inch as I push past the tight ring of muscles, and we both exhale when his body relents and accepts me. Hudson’s fingers dig into my shoulders as he tilts his head back and stares up at the ceiling like he can see angels.

I steady myself, afraid I’ll blow if I move a centimeter, but my arms are shaking.

“Let yourself go, lover,” Hudson says, touching my cheek. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

“Just trying not to end it too soon.”

“Impossible. Because we’ve got forever.”

I search his eyes, awed by who he is and how he loves once he feels safe enough to do it.

“I love you, Hudson. I’m so damn in love with you.”

The smile on his face makes my heart flutter in my chest. “Amazing.”

“Yeah, you are.”

I drop down and close the space between us, attacking his mouth and burying my cock as deep as I can. He wraps his legs around my waist, accepting every thrust I give and answering with his warm, clenching insides. I’d swear sex has never felt likethis, and I don’t know if it’s because I’ve never felt like this about a person before or if somehow sex is just better with Hudson, but the reason doesn’t matter.

“Aster,” he whispers, over and over again, rocking his hips in time with mine.

We rise and fall together like waves in the warmest ocean, and when we crest, my name falls from his lips one more glorious time, like I’m some kind of god and he’s my devout worshipper.

My cock pulses inside him, wrapped in overwhelming heat, our bodies as entwined as our hearts are. Hudson holds on to me like he’d fall if he let go, his body trembling as he spills thick ropes of cum between us.

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