Page 57 of Recipes for Life

“You’re everything.”

“There isn’t five seconds that goes by I don’t think of you.”

“Your laughter...”

“Your skin...”

“The daughter you gave me...”

“I need you.”

“Can you feel my love for you?”

I couldn’t help the tears that were falling at his words of affirmation, and we had barely even started.

When he finally made it to my mouth, I was vibrating with need and want at the feeling of being so utterly adored by this man.

“Please kiss me, please…” I begged him.

His mouth found mine, and it was so tender, so soft, as his tongue slipped out and glided over my bottom lip. I gasped as he nibbled my lip, giving him all the access he needed to move the kiss from sweet towild.

In that change, we became a mess of emotions and raw love. I clawed at his shirt, demanding it be removed, and he took the hem of my shirt and shredded it down the middle.

“If I think you’re even remotely in pain, this stops,” he said when he briefly pulled away to pick me up and place me on our bed.

I whimpered at his overwhelming need to make sure I was okay through this all.

“Fuck, those sounds you make... They live in my dreams and my mind; you consume every part of me.”

“Please…” I begged.

He descended on me, kissing his way from my neck to my stomach, and I couldn’t help but flinch a little at the stretch marks that still marred my body and the extra weight I’d gained since the accident and being pampered.

“Don’t you dare. Every single inch of you is perfect.Perfect.”

He ran his tongue along my stretch marks, causing unholy sounds to fly from my lips.

“These are the marks of a warrior, of motherhood, and it meanseverythingto me. You mean everything to me.”

He finally made his way to where I was pulsing, and I spread my legs apart.

“You’re perfect, do you understand me?”

I nodded, unable to form words once my eyes connected with his and I saw the absolute devotionin them.

“Can I taste you, sweet girl?”

Him asking for permission was new andso delicious.

“Yes, please,please.”

I knew I was a begging, needy mess for him, but I didn’t care. With one swipe of his tongue on my clit, I was lost to the euphoria, lost to the feeling of love, lost to Murphy, and everything he brought out in me.

“I love you. Fuck, I love you,” he whispered against my pussy and kept feasting on me like his life depended on it, like he might never get this chance again. I felt my thighs start to shake, and I knew I was close,so close, and he added a finger inside me.

“You’re so tight, Odette. So tight, so pink...sofucking perfect.”

He added his finger soslowly,inch by inch, and I could feel the start of my orgasm.

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