Page 152 of Shadow

I was scared to death… but I wanted her more than I wanted to back down from this moment.

My fingertips brushed her jaw. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered. “You know that, right?”

She blinked slowly. That look she gave me, I’d never seen anything like it. Like I was something precious. Cherished. Loved.

Like I belonged to her.

I leaned down and kissed her. Soft at first. Careful. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and I lost myself a little, deepening the kiss, my body pressing flush against hers. Her thighs tightened around my hips, and I could feel the slick heat between her legs, inviting me into dangerous territory.

I pulled back and looked down at her. Her skin was flushed. Pretty pink painted across her soft mounds. I memorized every inch of her. The curve of her neck. The fullness of her breasts. The soft dip of her hips. The way her nipples peaked under my heated gaze.

“I’ve imagined this moment since the day I met you,” I admitted. “I imagined what you’d feel like. What you would taste like. What sound you’d make as I buried myself deep inside you.” I kissed my way down her body, slow and reverent. Her throat. Her chest. Her breasts. Her stomach. She shivered under my lips, her fingers clutching the sheets.

I kissed the inside of her thigh before I licked her pussy. I pulled back and looked up at her, breathless.

“You taste like heaven. Like something I’d fall to my knees and worship.”

She arched as I dragged my tongue through her pussy, and fuck, the taste of her almost undid me. I licked her slow, steady, careful to not overdo it. I wanted her shaking. I wanted her body to beg, even if her mouth couldn’t.

Her hands clenched the sheets as I flicked my tongue around her clit. Her thighs trembled when I picked up my pace. Silent gasps escaped her parted lips as she jutted her hips up to meet my tongue.

Only when I let her come, tight, wet, and so goddamn perfect, did I come up for air, kissing my way back to her soft lips.

Her pupils were blown wide. Her cheeks flushed. She was panting, but silent.

I lined myself up to her pussy, my cock heavy and slick from the ache of holding myself back.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “But I need you.”

She reached up, cradled my face, and nodded. That one small motion wrecked me.

I pushed forward and breached her.

Tight. Hot. Her pussy sheathed me inch by delicious inch. My breath hitched. My vision blurred. Every muscle in my body tensed from the effort of not moving too fast and ruining everything.

When I was finally seated fully inside her, I stilled. Slow, just like Stitches said. I breathed out, noticing we were both trembling.

Her eyes met mine.

“I love you, Sirena,” I said softly.

“I love you,” she answered back in her sweet voice.

That was it.

I let go and pulled out before pushing back into her.

She was so tight and hot around me. So fucking wet. Goddamn perfect. It nearly broke me. I stayed still for a moment, trying to slow it down, as I tried to breathe through the storm building in my chest.

She stared into my eyes. No words. No sound. Just her eyes telling me everything I needed to know.

She liked this. She trusted me. She wanted this.

I kissed her, messy, open-mouthed, desperate for everything she could give me. I pulled my hips back a few inches before pressing forward again. The sensation made me gasp in her mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathed, forehead pressed to hers. “You feel like you were made for me.”

She arched up, silently urging me deeper.

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