Page 77 of Property of Fox

Brea sighs against me, and I take that as a sign to hold her closer, arms wrapping around her waist. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me deeper into the moment and sending a rush of hope surging through me. Hope that despite everything that has been said today, and what we’ll face in the future, that she’ll stay with me.

“Fox,” she breathes, her voice shaky as though she’s standing at the edge of a precipice. “If I let you in… if I give you this chance…you can’t break my heart again.”

“Trust isn’t given on a whim, firefly, it’s earned. I’m willing to fight for it. For you.”

Something shifts in that moment. Her doubt seems to flutter away when she surges forward. Her lips crash to mine this time. She kisses me harder and harder. Almost as if she’s staking her own claim on me. My fingers splay on either side of her head, tangling in her beautiful red hair, drawing her closer. She leansinto me, removing any space between us. Body to body. Soul to soul. I shift backward, walking us towards the bed until the edge of it collides with the back of my knees.

I fall back onto the bed, pulling her down with me, our laughter mingling as we tumble onto the soft sheets. She lands on top of me, her hips straddling me. I reach up, drawing her face towards me by her chin.

“Let me worship you, firefly.”

Brea’s cheeks flush a deep pink. With careful precision, my hand brushes along her arm, slowly tracing the outline of her delicate collarbone before resting at the nape of her neck. She shivers beneath my touch, and that reaction fuels me more than anything else could. My fingers weave through those fiery locks as I lean in again, pressing soft kisses against her forehead and down to her cheeks.

“I swear, Brea,” I murmur, my lips grazing her ear, “I’ll show you a love that doesn’t let you down.”

“Fox…” she breathes, still overwhelmed by the whirlwind of affection I’m showering her with. Each kiss feels like a promise made in quiet desperation, each caress a vow to protect her heart—even from itself. I can feel her pulse quicken as I trail soft, lingering kisses down the curve of her jaw, savoring the warmth of her skin.

Brea gasps when I press my lips to the sensitive spot just below her ear, a sigh escaping her as I continue to plant kisses down her neck. It’s intoxicating, feeling her vulnerability wash over me like a warm tide. I want to drown in this moment, to erase all the scars of her past and make her see that I’m different—that I’m worth the risk she’s terrified to take.

She sighs softly, her fingers gripping my shoulders as if she’s anchoring herself to me. And for every kiss, every gentle stroke of my hands against her body, I’m reminded of how fragile this connection is and how fiercely I want to hold onto it.

“Fox,” she whispers again, but this time there’s a firmness in her voice. “Promise me… promise you won’t go anywhere.”

I pull back just enough to look into those mesmerizing green eyes to see the sincerity behind her words. “I promise,” I vow earnestly. “Wherever this takes us, I’m not going anywhere.”

She exhales like she’s been holding her breath for far too long, and a small smile creeps back onto her lips as if she’s finally allowing herself to hope, to believe that maybe we could make this work.

I shift beneath her, my hands gliding down her sides before resting on her hips. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed, firefly,” I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes sparkle with a light that makes my heart race.

“Then show me.”

“I can do that.” I oblige, capturing her lips again, plying them open with my tongue as we lose ourselves in each other. The warmth of her body presses against mine, a delicious ache that fills me with longing. I could stay here forever—just her and me, lost in our own world.

Her hands trail down my chest, exploring as if she’s mapping every scar and muscle beneath my shirt. I groan in pleasure, dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips before delving deeper into her mouth. "Fox," she whimpers against my lips.

I break the kiss gently, trailing more feather-light kisses down the side of her neck, nipping and suckling at her soft skin until she gasps in surprise. "Feels good?" I murmur against her pulse point, feeling her body tremble with need beneath me.

"Yes," she pants out. I sweep my tongue up along the column of her throat, tasting her skin, marking it as mine. My hand slides underneath her t-shirt, tracing patterns over her stomach and upwards until my hands reach the small of her back. Her breath hitches as if it’s been stolen away, and she rocks her hips against me in silent invitation. Her vanilla scent envelops me. Ibreathe her in, savoring every inch of her. I inch her shirt up until she reaches down and removes it for me.

I trail kisses and soft touches downwards, pausing at the curve of her breast as I slowly tug on one side of her bra strap until it slips off her shoulder. She moans softly at the sensation, arching into my touch as if begging for more. Her skin is so soft here, so incredibly inviting. I hesitate for only a moment before taking her nipple into my mouth, suckling gently as I tease it with my tongue.

Her cries echo around us. In response, I shift slightly so that I can reach down with one hand to caress her through the thin fabric of her leggings. Brea gasps again, her head falling back, exposing more of her delicate neck to my hungry lips. I take advantage of the moment, trailing kisses up to her collarbone, where I pause, savoring the moment as if it were the most precious gift I’ve ever been given.

“Fox,” she breathes, her voice thick with need, “I want you to—” The rest of her words melt away.

“Shh,” I murmur against her skin, taking my time. “Let me worship you.”

Her breath hitches at the promise of what’s to come. My fingers dip beneath the waistband of her leggings, brushing against her soft skin just above where I know she needs me most. Where my cock is screaming to be. Between her supple thighs, claiming what’s mine, but this is more than staking my claim. It’s showing her how much I love her without saying the words aloud despite how much I want to.

When Brea rolls her hips against my hand, seeking more contact, I know I’ve found the spot she needs. I circle my fingers around her clit, tracing gentle figures of eight until she gasps in response. Her hips buck beneath me, and I lick my lips in anticipation of taking her over the edge. With one hand,I continue to wind her up until she’s trembling with need—her muscles tense and pulsing around my fingers.

“Fox,” she whimpers. “Please,” she begs softly.

"Anything for you," I reply, capturing her lips once more before plunging a finger inside her tight pussy. She cries out against my mouth, an eerie sound that sends shivers down my spine. I pump in and out of her slowly at first, watching as her body adjusts to the sensation of being filled again. Her walls clench and unclench around me, drawing me into every curve and valley of her body.

"Harder," she pants out between ragged breaths.

I withdraw my finger only to replace it with two more, stretching her tight grip on me until I'm sure she can take it no more.

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