Page 119 of The Love Syllabus

He leans forward, mouth brushing my ear, breath ragged. “I want you to remember this every time you put that dress on. Every time someone looks at you, I want you to remember you’re mine.”

I gasp as he thrusts harder.

“Vic, I can’t—” My voice breaking into a moan. “It hurts too good. I swear, I can’t take it—”

I try to shift, to crawl forward, anything to escape the overwhelming pleasure building inside me like a fire about to explode. But he knows me. Knows every tell, every flinch, every time I try to run from what I want the most.

His hand slides up, strong and slow, wrapping gently around my throat. It’s isn’t tight, not rough, just enough to ground me and make me as wet as ever.

“Don’t run from me, baby. You can take it,” he growls against my ear, his hips never breaking rhythm. “You knew what this night was gonna be when you slipped on that damn dress. Me inside you, all night long.”

He drives in deeper, harder, pounding my name into the base of my spine like he’s writing it into my bones.

My legs shake. My thoughts scatter. And all I can do is hold on.

“I love it when you tremble for me,” He presses a kiss to my neck as he drives into me. “Let go, Kerry. Come again for me.”

And I do. My second orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. I shatter, clenching around him as my knees nearly give out. I can’t speak. I can barely stand. He pulls me tighter, thrusting deeper, hitting that perfect angle again and again until I’m gasping, causing me to endless unravel in his hands.

I clench around him, and he groans until he stutters inside me, filling me up with everything he has to give.

But he doesn’t stop.

Vic slows,then pulls out only long enough to spin me around and lift me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling my arms around his shoulders for him to carry me straight to the bed.

He gently lays me down and brushes the hair from my face. He peels off his shirt and tosses it aside. I reach up, running my hands over his tattoos and tugging him back down to me.

Then, he lines up again and pushes into me with a groan, his mouth on mine. This time is slower…deeper. Each stroke drags against every nerve ending, and the fierce, reverent look in his eyes melts me.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers. “No matter how many times I have you… I still want more.”

I wrap my legs around his back, gripping his shoulders and pulling him closer.

“Then take more,” I pant, nearly breathless. “Take all of me.”

He does.

When my body begins to give in to my final release, he lifts my thigh, anchoring it around his waist, and begins to grind into me with deeper, tighter strokes.

I close my eyes and allow myself to be taken under, but Vic drives into me with a punishing growl. “Open your eyes. I need you to look at me while I come inside the woman I love.”

I lock eyes with him, whispering his name again and again until he thrusts one last time and crashes into his release. He pulses inside me, groaning as if he’s finally found peace.

He collapses onto me, breathless, then rolls us to the side and pulls me into his arms.

For a while, there’s only the sound of our breathing.

“Now,thisis a family vacation.” He murmurs, his voice muffled against my skin.

I laugh, dazed and wrecked. “If we keep this up, we’re definitely going to expand the family.”

There’s a long pause. His breathing slows, and his hand smooths over my belly, resting there.

“I wouldn’t be mad at that,” He admits softly. “You’ve already made me the luckiest man in the world.”

I blink, caught off guard by the shift in his voice.

He kisses my shoulder again, slower. “I have everything I want with you. But blessing me with another child? A piece of you and me? That would be the best bonus ever.”

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