Page 89 of Wreckage

“I’d do anything for you.”

Her breath hitched, and then she leaned in, pressing her lips to mine, slow and sweet and filled with something I was too scared to name.

I kissed her back, deepening it, letting my fingers trace up her thigh, over her waist, pulling her closer, needing more of her.

She let out a soft gasp against my mouth, her fingers curling into my shirt.

And just like that, everything shifted.

The warmth turned into fire.

The slow, gentle kisses became urgent, desperate. Our clothes landed in a pile on the floor.

I guided her back onto the bed, covering her with my body, losing myself in her completely.

Her soft whimper against my lips as I pushed deep inside her body filled me with satisfaction I never knew possible. Her pussy was my new fucking home, so warm and tight that I’d die a happy man at her side if I knew I got to keep her forever.

She moaned softly against my lips as I thrust into her body. I wasn’t just fucking her. I was making love to her, cherishing her, and worshipping every dip and curve she had.

“Adrian,” she rasped.

“Fuck, I love when you say my name,” I said thickly, still moving inside her. We’d made her bleed the first time we’d fucked into her tight body. I wanted to say I felt terrible we’d done that to her, but the truth of the matter was I felt only joy. Being the first men to make her come, to carve her pussy out just for our cocks, well, it fucking meantsomething to me. And to Troy, too, although I was sure he’d only smirk about it.

I kissed her deeply, moving slowly inside her. I wanted to savor the moment with her. I didn’t know how many more we had, and that terrified the shit out of me. Losing her… fuck.

I forced myself to focus. I stared down at her, mesmerized by her beauty. Her face slowly began to contort as her lips parted.

I knew that face.

I fucking loved that face.

She was going to come for me.

Within moments, she arched against me as I drilled deep into her body, her release dampening my thighs. I could have pulled out and watched her gush and shake, but there was something about riding it out inside her that did something to me.

Breathing heavily, she slowed her shaking, her body so soft and pliable beneath mine.

“Fuck, I love when you come for me, butterfly. You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”

She gave me a tired smile.

“Now you have to come for me,” she whispered.

“Yeah? You want me to come inside you?”

She nodded, visibly swallowing.

“Tell me, butterfly. Tell me you want me to come in your pussy,” I husked out, moving faster.

She moaned softly before she breathlessly said the words that were my undoing.

“Adrian. Please. Please fucking come in my pussy.”

I let out a feral groan, filling her with my come, my body on fire from the pleasure. No woman had ever made me come like she did. Maybe it was how tight and tiny her pussy was or the fact it was her, my Elena, or even the taboo, forbidden part of her being my little sister, but fuck, was it good.

I slowed and kissed her gently, our bodies fused.

“I’m going to marry you someday, Elena,” I whispered against her lips.

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