Page 125 of Crossing Lines

Davia digs her nails into my back, sexual screams choppy and bouncing around the bedroom.

I toil my tongue inside her entrance until she shatters from the orgasm, squirting on my face. I continue licking through the waves, even as she flinches from sensitivity and gasps for air.

She squirms violently as another release shatters her body, soaking my sheets. She starts tapping on my back to slow me down. “I need… I need you inside me…”

With her sweet and salty essence in my mouth, I charge up for a sloppy kiss, flattening her on the bed to take my place between her thighs. I inch into her pooling depths until reaching the base and kiss her once. “I love you, Davi baby. Remember that when your pussy is on fire in the morning and you can barely walk.”

EPILOGUE

Five months later…

Kross looks around in awe of his exquisitely decorated house after the last of his guests leaves. “Still can’t believe it.”

“Congratulations again, baby.” I sit on the sofa and reach a glass to him.

He sits beside me, and we drink together after a toast. Then he places our glasses on the coffee table and pulls me down, stretching out on the sofa. “It’ll be lonely here by myself.”

“Well, it’ll be like at your condo or my place, where we spend some evenings together and chill on the weekends.”

“Or…” He caresses my arm. “You could move in; help me turn this house into a home. Make itours.”

I ease up to stare into his eyes. “Are you serious?”

He smiles. “Of course I am, baby. Move in with me.”

“You don’t think it’s too fast?”

“Davi, we’ve been together for six months. After a month, I wanted to move you into the condo, but I decided to wait until the house finished.”

“Damn, really?” I giggle.

“Yeah. I’m that crazy about you. I’ve been serious from the jump. I’m in it for the long run. I’m talking about making you my wife and having babies.”

My body tingles at the certainty in his eyes and deep voice. “You really want all that with me, Kross?”

“Davi.” He strokes my cheek. “I want to spend my life with you. You’re mine. I’m yours. So what do you say?”

“Yes,” I answer in a near whisper, so in love with him. “Wait, am I saying yes to a proposal right now?”

“Shorty, when I propose, everyone we love will be there. I’m asking you to move in with me?”

I chuckle. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.”

He kisses me. “Perfect. I’ll bring whatever you need and store the rest. I hope you have a lot of energy left for tonight ‘cause we’re fucking all over this house. We’re blessing every corner.”

“Ooh.” I wiggle. “Where do you want me first?”

“Take off your clothes, and bend your fine self over the sofa. I want to eat that sexy ass.”

“Do not cry,” I whisper while staring in the mirror. But it’s hard not to cry every minute when it’s the night of my first solo launch.

“Look at you,” Trishell squeals as she enters the room, admiring my styled curls and burgundy dress that’s part of my line. “You’re gorgeous, cuz. I’m so proud of you.”

“Don’t do that, Trish. You’ll make me cry.”

“Oh, honey.”

We hug tightly, and she rubs my back to help me compose myself.

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