Page 35 of One Spicy Summer

"That's enough," I grit out.

She wipes her mouth, her face flushed and shining with pride. "Did I do good?"

"You did perfect, Princess," I say, tipping her chin up so she meets my eyes. "Get up here. Let me see the beautiful mess you’ve become."

She stands gracefully, a radiant, wild thing, owning every inch of herself.

"Are you going to fuck me now, Ry?"

My wicked smile is answer enough. "Yes."

And in that single word, I make a silent vow: I will give her everything she’s ever dreamed of. And more.

"I hope I'm enough," she whispers, so softly I almost miss it.

I cradle her face in my hands. “You'remorethan enough, Princess. We’re enough... for each other.”

Doubt still nips at my heels, but when I see her smile, hear her giggle as she scrambles onto the bed, all of it fades.

Tonight belongs to us.

And I plan to make it unforgettable.

Chapter Sixteen

Rygaard

Unbuttoning my shirt, I let it slide off my shoulders, taking a slow, measured step toward the bed. My eyes drift from her face to the tempting swell of her tits, barely contained by her bra.

It’s a hell of a bra, lifts them like a prayer to the sky, but it’s about to be a casualty of war.

“I apologize for what I’m about to do,” I mutter with a crooked grin, right before I grab the center of her bra and rip it clean down the middle.

“Hey!” Presley shrieks, slapping my arm, but I’m way too hungry for her to care.

Sliding into bed, I cover her body with mine, nudging her legs apart as my hands claim her bare breasts.

Perfect handfuls, soft, warm, made for me to motorboat whenever the opportunity strikes.

“I think I’m in love with your tits,” I murmur against her skin, dropping kisses between them, before pulling each nipple into my mouth to feast.

“Mmm, Ry... that feels so good,” she moans, threading her fingers into my hair, tugging hard enough to sting.

Her hands are feverish and insistent against my back.

Very eager.

Very needy.

Very hotter than hell.

While she’s busy with my hair, I line myself up at her entrance, needing her mind focused on the pleasure, not the pinch that’s about to come.

“Good,” I rasp, flicking my tongue over her nipple one last time. “Because what’s next? It’s gonna hurt… but only for a little while.”

Slipping a finger between her folds, I feel how wet and ready she is for me.

“Damn, Princess,” I growl low, “You’re more than ready.”

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