Page 94 of All The Happily Ever Afters

I don’t bother with a light and neither does she. As her shoes fall to the wooden floor in the foyer with a dull thud, I lift her into my arms. A hand on her ass and the other bracing her back.

With a small yelp of surprise and then a soft hum of a laugh, her legs wrap around my hips and her hands find my hair.

Although the back and sides are cropped short, her fingers play and tug at the top of my scalp, giving me just a hint of pain. I fucking love it. Letting out a short grunt of a growl, I nip her neck again, kicking off my shoes and making my way to her small living room.

There’s a small fireplace I’ll light when I’m finished with her. I’ve dreamed of laying on her sofa, her back to my front, her hair a messy halo and her cheeks flushed from a night of sin. The fire flickering and crackling as sleep takes us.

That’s what I want with her tonight. If I could, I would have her that way every night.

Greedily, my hands roam her body, unwrapping her as if she’s a gift fate left just for me. The deep red fabric slips off of her and falls to a puddle on the worn rug beneath my feet.

Her hands slip up my Henley, her fingers running along the divots of my muscles. She plays with me as she likes, as she always does, until I lay her on her back, the sofa groaning with my weight.

She falls easily, bouncing slightly, completely bared to me.

Without hesitation, my lips fall to her breasts and my fingers press inside of her.

Her back arches from the immediate onslaught of sensation and her nails rake down my back. If she wanted to scar me there, leave her mark, I’d gladly let her.

My tongue swirls against her hardened peaks and then I pull back, sucking and plucking her nipples. I’m not gentle and I don’t take my time. It’s been too long and I’ll have all night to savor her, for now, every act is one of a famished man.

Curling my fingers, I press the rough pad of my thumb against her clit and stroke the front of her walls as I finger fuck her pretty little cunt. She’s hot and wet, and those sweet little sounds she gives me are everything I’ve wanted. Her body tenses around me all too soon, and I don’t let up, dragging out her release even as she pulses around my thick fingers.

Heat dances along my skin, even if the old house carries a draft. With her, like this beneath me, my world is lit with fire and it blazes between us.

Between sweet murmurs and heavy pants, she pushes her hair away from her face as I stand up and strip. All the while she watches, her small hands drifting down my body along every inch I’ve kissed myself.

With one knee on the sofa, I lift her legs up, hooking her thighs under my arms and spreading her for me. With a mewl of protest, her hands rest against my chest.

Her lips stay parted but she doesn’t tell me no. She doesn’t tell me to go easy on her. She wants this as much as I do.

I’m merciless as I slam into her with a single swift stroke. Her breasts press against my chest as she reaches up, clinging to me. I wait a moment, deep inside her, loving how she pulses around me and wait for her to stretch. Taking my time, I pull out slowly, not all the way though and then slam back into her.

She cries out, her head pressing into the sofa cushion and her eyes shut tight. “Please,” she murmurs and I do it all again, not knowing what she begs for.

My thrusts come faster and faster, a cold sweat lining the back of my neck as I push her pleasure higher and higher, waiting for the merciful fall.

The sound of me slamming into her over and over combines with our heavy breathing and it fuels me to fuck her deeper and faster. To take her with the primitive need that drew us together from the very beginning.

My toes curl as I fuck her deeper and harder, needing more of her as I get closer to my own release. Not yet. I bury my head in the crook of her neck, grinding the back of my teeth and needing her to come again on my cock before I can even think of giving in.

“Fuck!” she cries out and I mute her cries with a bruising kiss, not relenting my pace in the least. The sounds that pour from her lips are barely audible as her fingers dig into the cushion, as if she needs something to hold on to.

My heart pounds harder with every thrust.

“Come with me,” I command her, my voice strained. Pushing her calf to my shoulder, I angle her deeper and bring my thumb to her clit, ruthlessly rubbing and bringing full on screams of pleasure to her reddened lips.

And that’s how we come undone, rushed and desperate, raw and tangled, bared and lost in one another.

SCARLET

With my back to his front, his heavy arm draped over the curve of my waist, we both watch the fire. His lips rest in my hair as he murmurs again how much he missed me, how much he craved this.

It feels as if I am his everything and the words tumble over themselves in the back of my throat: he feels like my everything.

The warmth of the flames lay over my exposed skin until Grim pulls the knitted navy blanket over us. It’s barely enough to cover us, and I bury my feet beneath his calves.

There’s a rough chuckle that comes from him with the act and then another kiss at my temple.

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