Page 110 of Hidden Memories

“You, Katinka, are my Greek goddess.”

She rolls her hips, and my dick is instantly thick with need.

“Oh yeah, which one?”

I’m losing control fast. She is so fucking gorgeous. “Athena, obviously.”

I pull off her top baring two perfect teardrop-shaped breasts. I lick my thumb and circle her nipple. “Goddess of wisdom, art… and war.”

She lowers onto me, her perfect breasts pressing into my skin.

She cocks an eyebrow. “War?”

“You’ve been fighting your whole life.” I slide my hand under those loose shorts and ease my fingers around the front and smooth the seam of her pussy. “Time to claim your victory. You want my cock?”

She rocks against my fingers, soaking them.

“You’re so vain.” She presses down onto them for more friction. “Your dick is my reward?”

I smirk. “My body’s your kingdom, baby. Do with it as you please.”

At that, she throws me a brave, feisty look and kicks off her shorts. Mine follow right the fuck behind.

Then, she spreads those womanly thighs nice and wide, hovering everything I want right above my rock hard dick.

She raises her eyebrow. “Now that I’m naked. Please me,” she commands.

I trace my thumb along her pussy lip. My eyes flick up to hers.

“Come up here and settle those pretty knees up on the pillow.” I coax.

She hesitates.

A dark grin spreads across my lips. “You talk a big game … you afraid of what I’ll do to you if you sit on my face?”

Her breath stills and she’s thinking hard.

I bite my lower lip. “No need to be afraid anymore. There’s nothing but love in this room.”

When that four-letter word enters the space between us—she freezes.

She’s suddenly gone pink. “What do you mean?” Her pupils blow wide. “Love?”

Like there’s ever been another word for this. It’s been there since the start, through every fight, every mile between us, every damn second I spent without her. Still here. Still unshakable.

“You heard me.”

“I thought we were taking it slow.”

I drag my hands up the backs of her thighs, fingertips grazing the plush curve of her ass.

“Love doesn’t follow rules. It just shows up and takes what it wants.” I squeeze her peachy cheeks tight. “And right now… it wants you.”

She hesitates. Not because she doesn’t want it—but because she does.

She doesn’t wait long to shift up my body, heat and slickness dragging over my skin.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Let me taste that pretty pussy.”

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