Page 154 of Magic or Madness

I tip my head back, feeling how her walls clench around me immediately, and I grab her hips, helping her gain rhythm.

“Fuck, Bambi. You feel so good,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers at my words, riding me with her hands on my shoulders.

“You want me to go faster, or slower?” She teases her lips around my neck, sending goosebumps prickling down my arms.

“Faster … slower … whatever you want, my Queen,” I say, bringing my hands behind my head and relinquishing all control.

She smiles, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth, something so fucking devilish that I could finish right now, but I keep my composure, watching as she rocks her hips on me like a fucking Goddess.

She leans back, taking me even deeper in her pussy, and watching as I disappear inside of her, her body shaking from an orgasm she gave herself.

“You’re so fucking hard for me,” she whines, slowing her pace and grinding her clit into my pelvis while she gasps for air.

I wrap my hands around her throat while she sucks in a breath, her body pulsing on top of mine, and I pull her lips to mine, biting the bottom one before kissing her with such hunger that she whimpers in my mouth, her body trembling, shaking, and soaking us both as she cums again.

“Fuck me, Bambi. Take what you need from me.”

She takes my hands, pinning them above my head as she rolls her hips on mine. Her breaths are ragged, desperate, and her walls are clenching around me even tighter, sending a tense wave through my body.

“You’re so close, I can feel it, baby. Let yourself go,” she says in my ear, groaning as the tension builds for both of us.

I look up at her, her eyes closed as she rides me, and that does it, shockwaves roll through me as I let my release go inside her, and she doesn’t stop grinding against me until she finishes one last time.

“Fucking hell, Bambi. You’re so perfect,” I tell her, placing gentle kisses down her collarbone.

“You like when I take over?” She asks, that seductive voice and scrunch in her nose driving me wild.

“Abso-fucking-lutetly.”I kiss her forehead, lifting her gently and tackling us both onto the bed.

“You’re a force,principessa. You could barely look at me when we first met, and now, you ride my cock like it’s your fucking throne. Fucking incredible,” I say, pulling her body against mine and holding her as if she’s going to slip away again.

“I told you so,” she teases, trailing her fingers along my growing facial hair.

“What did you tell me so, misssmart mouth?”

“That there’d never be anyone after you,” she breathes, and I can’t help the smile that beams from ear to ear.

“Like I said, I’d wreck you,beautiful girl.” I bite my lip, and she smiles, the memory invading both of us simultaneously.

“And you have, in every possible way,” she adds, and I bring her lips to mine.

“I love you, Bambi.”

“I love you, too, Ozzy. Thanks for saving me,” she whispers, her eyes closing slowly.

“Always,my beautiful girl, always.” I listen as her breathing evens out, and the snoring comes next, a signal that she’s knocked out for the night.

I lay here with her for what could be hours, reminiscing on all the things we’ve been through, the good and the bad, but I wouldn’t trade any of it. We’re finally connected again, our bodies and minds back in sync, and nothing feels better than being in the same place mentally with the girl you love.

Sometime later, I slip out from under her arms, tucking her under the covers and shutting out the lights. If she needs anything, it’s a good night’s rest, so I slip out of the room quietly, shutting the door behind me.

Everyone is tucked up on the couch, drinking beer and trading stories, something that I’ve grown accustomed to these last few months.

Oliver and Cami are cuddled under a blanket, while Pepper sits on Lex’s lap in a chair, taking a swig of his beer. Max and Journey sit on the opposite side of the couch, both drinking lemonade instead of beer. Looks like Max is sober, and maybe Journey’s helping him through that, either way, it’s good having everyone back under one roof.

“How is she?” Oliver asks, tossing me a beer from the coffee table as I make myself comfortable.

“Asleep. Getting used to a new normal, but she’s okay,” I say, keeping it cryptic and just between us.

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