Page 126 of Catching Feelings

“And they say romance is dead.” He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “This”—he drags his hands down his sides—“is two hundred thirty pounds of romance, and it’s all for you, baby.” He kisses me deep and adds, “And a few pounds of cu—”

“Miles!” I push at his chest and laugh.

“Sorry. It’s been so long, I’ve forgotten how to talk in front of a respectable woman.”

I lower my eyes to where his erection rubs against my stomach. “Maybe I don’t want you to treat me like a respectable woman,” I whisper.

Miles stills above me and tilts his head. I can feel the intensity of his stare and finally lift my eyes to his.

“I love you. And I respect you.” He leans back and grips his cock, then says, “But I’m going to destroy your pussy and fuck you like I don’t,” before he rams himself inside me.

My body slides up the mattress and my head hits the headboard. I clutch at the sheets as my back arches and he drives into me over and over again.

“Miles. Oh, God.”

“Tell me to slow down, Rowan. Tell me to stop.”

“Don’t you dare stop.” I hook my foot around his ass and lift myself into him. It’s hard, it’s deep, it’s frantic. It’s what I need to break through the barrier I put between us these past few months.

Miles pulls out and sits back on his heels, and I whine at the loss. Reaching for his thighs, I try to pull him back in.

“I need a second, baby. I want this to last.” He inches farther away, and when I think he’s going to leave me alone, I feel his tongue on my clit.

“Oh. Yes.” I reach down and guide his head as he circles my clit, then fills me with his fingers. He swirls them inside me and strums me with this thumb.

“Mm. That’s it, Rowan. Come for me, baby.” He pushes down on my lower abdomen and all the blood in my body rushes to my head. My legs lock and I gasp for air as my torso sits up to ride out the most intense orgasm of my life.

The room turns black as I squeeze my eyes shut, my pussy around his fingers, and my legs around his waist. Bolt after bolt after bolt of the orgasm shoots through my body, but he doesn’t slow his movements.

Not until my body collapses, does Miles let up.

“Holy shit, that was beautiful.” He rolls next to me and turns me to my side as he curls around me. “You’re my everything, Rowan.”

He lifts my leg and slides into me. My body is weak from riding the highest high I’ve ever experienced. His movements are slow as he strokes my hip and kisses my shoulder, then my neck.

“I love you so much, Rowan. Stay with me forever.”

We make love through the night, slowly, passionately. Miles doesn’t stop telling me he loves me and how much I mean to him.

“You’re my everything too, Miles,” I say right before I fall asleep.

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