Page 243 of The Tempted

He bent down, covered my nipple with his mouth and drove his cock into me. I gasped, wrapping my arms around his back, my nails clawing his skin as he rocked into me, hard and greedy, pushing in and slipping out.

“Not sure about much, but pretty fucking sure that my cock belongs to that tight fucking pussy,” he grunted against my ear, charging into me again. I lifted my hips, skin slapped skin, sweat spreading across our bodies like a wild fire as his cock pushed so deep inside of me I thought he would tear me apart.

He brought my leg over his shoulder changing positions. His eyes dipped to where our bodies joined, forcing mine to follow. Friction built, his pace quickened and before I could control it, I was screaming his name over and over, succumbing to my orgasm.

“That’s my girl, fucking beautiful when she’s coming around my cock,” he panted, before dropping his head back and groaning. The cords in his neck straining, his eyes closed. He looked at peace as he gave me his release.

I stared up at him through my hooded eyes, feeling him throbbing inside of me, never wanting it to end.

His beautiful features contorting in ecstasy.

I did that to him.

Mine.

If only for tonight.

He straightened up, opened his eyes and glanced down at me.

“You,” he whispered.

“Me,” I confirmed, inhaling a sharp breath. I watched his neck work as he swallowed hard and stared at me in wonderment.

He dropped his weight, his body falling over mine, still joined, he wrapped his arms around me and rolled us over with the last bit of strength he had. He kissed the top of my head and I rested my hand over his heart, over his tattoo. His hand slid to my puckered flesh, squeezing gently.

In the dark night, silence fell over us. Scar to scar, soul to soul, I closed my eyes and listened to Jack’s heartbeat, a rhythm that matched my own. I fell asleep in the arms of the man who healed me.

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