Page 147 of Closer

She squirms beneath me, seeking more friction. “I need—”

I curl my fingers inside her tight pussy, and she cries out my name. Slowly, I continue the motion until the tension from her body is gone.

“I need you inside me. Now.” She’s breathless with need, and who am I to deny her?

I crawl back up her body, claiming her mouth in a kiss, and position myself, the tip of my cock nudging her slick folds. “Eyes on me.”

Those whiskey orbs lock onto mine.

“I love you,” I say.

“I love you, too. So much.”

I hike one of her legs up and thrust into her, burying myself to the hilt.

Chapter 44

Lilian

Waves of pleasure collapse over me as he rocks into me with deep, steady strokes.

My hands roam over the hard planes of his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch. We’ve had sex several times since we’re a couple again. But this… This is different.

“Fuck, you feel so good, princess,” he groans against my lips.

No one makes me feel the way he does. I meet his thrusts eagerly, hooking my other leg around his waist to take him deeper. Our lips part on panting breaths, and I stare into his lust-blown eyes.

There’s nothing hindering us anymore. We are committed to each other. We love each other. And we made it through everything thrown at us.

Nothing can break us apart.

“Sebastian.” His name falls from my lips like a prayer. Like it’s the only word I know.

He buries his face in my neck, teeth grazing my sensitive flesh. I cry out, nails raking down his back. The pleasure-pain blurs together exquisitely.

“That’s it, princess. Let me hear you.”

My eyes squeeze shut, and the sensations threaten to overpower me. I’m balanced on the edge, desperate for release.

“Please.” More, harder, everything he can give me.

I arch into him, meeting his thrusts with my own desperate movements. My skin is on fire everywhere he touches me. It’s like I’ve been starving for this, for him, and now I’m finally being fed.

“That’s my good girl.” He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. “Taking me so well.”

His words shoot straight to my core. I clench around him, and he groans, hips snapping harder.

“You’re mine, Lil. All mine.” His hand comes up to wrap loosely around my throat, a possessive gesture that makes me wild. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp out. “Only yours, Sebastian.”

And I am. In this moment and every other moment, I’m his completely. Body, heart, and soul.

He rewards me with a particularly deep thrust that has me seeing stars. I’m so close, wound up so tightly that I feel I might snap.

“Come for me, princess,” he commands roughly. “I want to feel you.”

As if my body was waiting for his permission, I let go. My orgasm crashes over me in intense ripples, and I cry out his name like a litany. He works me through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I’m boneless and spent beneath him.

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