Page 72 of The Spark

Then he fucked me harder.

His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me upright against his chest. His hand slipped around my throat—not tight, just there—holding me to him.

“I love you too, baby,” he growled. “Every smart-ass word. Every soft fucking moan. Especially the way you fall apart on this dick.”

I broke and came so hard I saw black.

My body locked, shaking in his arms as he slammed into me once, twice—then came deep, groaning into my shoulder, heat spilling into me in thick pulses.

We collapsed, tangled and slick, both of us gasping for air.

His hand cradled the back of my neck. His lips brushed mine.

“Say yes.”

My eyes fluttered open. “To what?”

His fingers threaded into my braids, his forehead resting on mine.

“Say yes to this. To us. To starting again. No more pretending. No more space between us.”

My chest tightened. My body still trembled.

But I knew my answer.

I whispered, raw and sure: “Yes.”

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By the time we checked out of the hotel and made it back home, we barely made it through the front door before my hands were on her again.

She wasn’t even trying to fight it.

Not when I pinned her against the wall, my hands gripping her thick thighs, hiking her up until she wrapped them around my waist.

Not when I sank to my knees, kissing up her legs, inhaling the scent of her, hungry to taste her again.

Not when I laid her down on our bed, parting her thighs and sliding inside her slow, both of us exhaling at the same time.

I fucked her deep, slow, thorough, making sure she knew—this wasn’t just lust.

This was love. The kind that tethered souls together. That stitched the broken pieces back whole. That meant forever.

I kissed her like it. Touched her like it. Loved her like it.

And when we finally drifted off to sleep, limbs tangled, hearts steady, I knew—this was it.

But then the fucking doorbell rang.

She groaned beneath me, her body arching, craving more.

“Ignore it.”

“Baby…” I kissed her neck, my fingers still teasing her.

The doorbell rang again. Somehow louder this time.

I cussed under my breath, dropping my forehead to hers.

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