Page 71 of Trapped and Tackled

“I’m on birth control. The shot,” I explain.

Talon lets out a shaky breath.

I tilt my pelvis up, dragging my swollen pussy against his rock-hard erection.

He moans, his eyes dropping to half-mast.

“I’m clean,” I assure him. “I got tested…after.”

“I’m clean too,” he says, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “And I don’t ever mess around without a condom.”

Shit. I nod, dropping my ass back to the bed. “I understand. I?—”

His hands find my hips and he squeezes. “I didn’t mean you, Leni. I fucking want this. I just want to make sure?—”

“I’m sure.”

The muscle in his jaw tics once. “Fuck me,” he growls before kissing me hard. Then, he enters me on a sharp thrust, and I cry out in pleasure, turning my head to the side.

Talon slides all the way home, and then holds himself still so I can adjust to his size. Which is extra fucking large. But it feels incredible. Powerful.

He pulls out slowly before entering me again. Our eyes hold and I note the awe that shimmers in his irises. Warmth spreads through my limbs and a calmness I’ve never experienced before follows. I slide my palm across his cheek, the edges of my fingers disappearing into his dark hair. He leans into my touch and it’s involuntary. Natural.

Time stands still and peace consumes me. Talon dips his mouth to brush his lips across mine and I melt. With Talon, I feel complete in a way I never have with a man before.

Worthy and enough. Whole.

His body shields mine; his arms bracket me into a little cocoon, and lying beneath him, I feel so safe and taken care of that tears prick my eyes.

“Leni,” he murmurs, concern shadowing his eyes.

“I don’t deserve you, Talon.”

Talon snorts and brushes his lips softly against mine. “No, Sunshine. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you. But fuck if I’m not going to try.”

Then, he sets a rhythmic pace, and our bodies come together, finally catching up to our minds. Our hearts.

We come apart at the seams simultaneously. And in that moment, we come together too.

“This is the best cold hamburger I’ve ever had,” Talon says as we sit in bed, our dinner spread out around us, and watch reruns on television.

I laugh, popping a lukewarm fry in my mouth. “I’m fuller than I’ve been in a long time.”

Talon snickers, catching my double entendre. “Good.” He pinches my side. “You need to eat, baby. And I intend to feed you every chance I get.”

I roll my eyes and take a sip of my Coke.

We hang out the rest of the evening and it’s normal. Easy.

We eat and talk. Watch television and snuggle.

I fall asleep in my button-down shirt and panties. Talon stretches out beside me in his boxers. Sometime during the night, he wraps his arms around me and tugs me against his chest.

And I sleep soundly. No nightmares, no fear.

It’s the best sleep I’ve had in over a year.

When I wake in the morning, I look directly into Talon’s heather gray eyes. “Did all of that really happen?”

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