Page 90 of Anteros' Return

“Good. Remind me to buy you them in every fucking colour.” My fingers dipped beneath the lace, feeling how wet her pussy already was.

I dropped to my knees for her, the only person I’d ever kneel for. But that’s the hold she had on me. She was able to bring me to my knees without so much of a word.

Slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of her thong, I slowly lowered them down her legs, not taking my eyes off of hers. She cupped either side of my neck, the pad of her thumb teasing my lower lip.

“You look pretty damn good on your knees, Ashmore,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing the perfect shade of pink. I couldn’t hide my smile.

Rising to my feet, I pushed her carefully onto the bed. I rested her legs on my shoulders, pushing her knees to her chest as I pressed my lips against hers. The soft little moans that left her were the sweetest sounds I had ever heard. She was like a drug to me, one I’d easily take forever.

“Tell me what you want, Em. Tell me exactly what you want.” I teased her clit, circling it expertly, waiting to hear those words I longed to hear.

“I want you, Beckett,” she whispered, my lips a mere inch from hers.

“Not quite good enough. Give me more,” I demanded.

“I want to ride you, Beck… Please.” Her voice was a whimper as she waited patiently for me to give her what she wanted, what she needed. “Please.”

“Who am I to say no to my girl?” I smirked, keeping my eyes firmly locked on hers.

I flipped her over so she straddled me. Her hair fell around us like a veil, locking us in our own world. She slowly lowered herself onto my cock, inch by inch, letting out the sweetest fucking moan.

I gripped the back of her thighs as she laced her fingers with mine beside my head. She swivelled her hips in slow movements, making me groan with need. My eyes were glued to her as she brought her lips to mine, pulling my lower lip between her teeth.

“You feel so fucking good, Em.” I breathed, gripping her hips. My fingers dug into her skin as she rode my cock, slowly sending me over the edge as her rhythm never faltered.

“I’m close, Beck. So close.” She moaned.

“I know, I can feel it.” I rasped. “Come for me.”

Those three words were her undoing as well as mine. She clawed at my shoulders as she arched her back, losing herself in me.

“Good girl. Just like that, Em. Fuck!” I praised her as she took everything I had to give her.

Her moans alternated with whimpers and filled the air around us. We were so in tune with one another, coming undone at the same time.

“Have I told you how incredible you are?” I asked, gently kissing her lips as she brought them down to mine.

“Not today.” She giggled, her breasts pressed against my chest.

The second she removed her body from mine, the cold consumed me and I hated it. Making swift, rapid movements, I scooped her into my arms before she could get far enough and hurried beneath the covers with her, her squeals of delight making me smile.

“Someone’s eager to get to bed.” She smiled, her fingers brushing the hair off of my forehead.

“Just eager to be close to you.”

Emily wriggled into a comfortable position, her arse pressing against my cock. “That’s better. Now I’m comfy,” she murmured with a lighthearted giggle, her voice a playful mix of mischief and contentment as I draped my arm over her waist with a warm, protective squeeze.

As I closed my eyes, I revelled in the feeling of our embrace, something I wasn’t planning to give up for the world. This was my place, right here next to her. Every tender caress of her nails as they trailed slowly and deliberately up and down my forearm sent shivers of pleasure through me. I buried my face in the softness of her neck, breathing her in.

“I missed this,” I whispered against her skin, knowing that I could never tell her enough. “I don’t think there was a day or night in Spain where I didn’t think of you. I wanted to jump on that plane so many times and win you back from the man that might’ve loved you.”

“Is that why you never did? You didn’t want to ruin my happiness?” Her voice trembled a little as she pulled the covers up around her chin.

“Yes,” I replied softly, the confession weighted with regret. “No matter how much the thought of you being with someone else killed me, I just wanted you to be happy.”

“I missed you so much more than I showed anyone. I may have been strong and composed for Liam and for anyone else to see, but as soon as I closed that door at night I broke down, knowing that I’d never be as happy as I once was with you.” She managed to inhale through her shuddering breath. “I used to imagine you with someone else, and it killed me inside. Thinking how you would have had what we did with someone else.”

“Oh, cupcake.” My heart shattered at hearing how she felt all those years. I gently turned her to face me, and in her glassy, vulnerable eyes, I found my sole refuge. “There has never been anyone else, Em. It was always, and forever will be, you.”

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