Page 31 of Wilde Sanctuary

Chapter Sixteen

Rhett

He loved how Charlotte tasted. He couldn’t get enough of her. When she came, she was completely unselfconscious, hands gripping the sheets and twisting, her head thrown back, her back arched. She did this little gasp and moan that was adorable, and he just wanted to see her come again and again.

He dropped a kiss to her stomach before pulling open the bedside drawer and fishing around for the box of condoms he knew he’d stashed in there.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asked her, and she nodded. He lifted a brow, and she caught herself.

“Yes, Rhett. I want you to fuck me,” she said with a wicked twist to her lips.

He groaned, grabbing his dick and squeezing in an effort to hold back. “Shit.”

She giggled as he attempted to maintain control, and he groaned again. She was a tease, and he loved it. He sat up and ripped open the brand new box and fished out a silver foil packet.

Charlotte was silent as she watched him, one arm thrown up over her head, her hair mussed from where she’d been twisting on the pillow. Her lips were puffy from his kisses, and there was that pink in her cheeks that he loved so much.

“You have no idea just how beautiful you are.” He surged forward to claim her lips with his. This woman could destroy him. He was going to do everything in his power to make sure she never felt she had to.

Kissing her would never get old, he decided.

He’d be ninety and still want to kiss her.

He pulled back and ripped the foil packet open, then carefully rolled it down his length.

“Any final words?” he joked, and she laughed. The sound went straight to his heart.

“I was wondering when I was going to have my insides rearranged by that.” She pointed to his groin.

“We don’t have to?—”

“Don’t you dare! You don’t wave a giant dick like that around in front of me and not let me ride it.”

He barked out a laugh. Sure, his dick was a little longer than most—and a little thicker—but he’d make sure she felt good. He settled himself between her thighs, and met her eyes. “Yes?”

“One thousand times yes, Rhett. Please!” Her eyes were heated, and it wasn’t his face she was looking at, but where their bodies would join.

He slid into her with a gentle push, being careful to not cause her any discomfort. She gasped, and he paused, halfway buried inside her gloriously tight wet heat and, breath catching in his throat, watched her face. He held still, fighting against the need to move, until she nodded. Then he slowly shifted his hips.

With each small thrust, she clung harder to him until her nails were digging into his back, but he didn’t care. She was everything he ever wanted.

She was his life.

“You’re so beautiful, Charlie,” he told her as he worshipped her body with his own.

He took his time, pausing to kiss and tease her nipples, kissing her neck, touching her everywhere he could reach until she was a writhing mess beneath him.

As they moved closer and closer to joint oblivion, his heart finally felt whole.

He’d found the one person who completed him.

He was never letting her go.

“Oh god, Rhett!” she cried out as she shattered, arching her back. Her skin was flushed, her hair spread across the pillows. A goddess wouldn’t have been as captivating as her in that moment.

He paused inside her, desperately trying to not topple over after her, but it was too late. With a growl, he slid a hand under her backside and chased his own release, finding it quickly after her with short, fast thrusts.

They were both breathing hard, sweat across their brows as he slowly pulled from her body and moved to the bathroom. He took care of the condom and grabbed a pair of wash cloths, warming them before heading back to the bedroom.

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