Page 39 of Hold Me Closer
"Teo, you came?" My gaze locks on his face, desire surging through me. Triumph, too. "I want to see."
He groans again, his lips against my inner thigh. "You want to see the mess I made for you? Want to know how badly you've ruined me, butterfly?"
"Yes. Please." There's something so sexy about the thought of him getting off just at the sight of me. I've never felt more desirable—more wanted—than I do right now.
He pushes himself up to his knees, allowing me to see the wet spot spread across his sweats. One hand delves inside while he yanks them down with the other.
His cock springs free, stealing my breath. He's so damn big and hard, the head wet, ropes of his sticky seed smeared down the shaft.
"See, butterfly? Ruined," he growls, swiping a finger through the mess and then brushes it through my folds.
My core clenches, my hips bucking up into his touch. "Teo!"
"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to put it all there just as soon as I get a taste of you. Promise," he breathes, lowering himself back down between my legs. "Spread wide and be a good girl for me."
Oh, God… Back when we were kids, Teo was so polite. He could be bossy as hell, but he never pushed me. He was patient and controlled and a perfect gentleman. He isn't any of those things now. He's filthy, wild, greedy, and impatient.
He buries his face between my legs, growling like a wild animal. "Goddamn. You smell like peaches everywhere."
The first touch of his tongue to my clit has me rethinking everything I thought I knew about pleasure. Nothing has ever felt this good before. Nothing.
He groans, a broken, adoring sound that sends lava into my veins, as he lifts me toward his mouth. And then he feasts. There's no other explanation for the way he eats me. He freaking devours me, licking and sucking like I'm the last meal he'll ever have. His tongue is everywhere, teasing and tasting every part of me.
It runs in circles around my clit, driving me mad, before he stiffens it, thrusting it inside me. He uses it like a cock, fucking me with it over and over.
I pull his hair. Claw his shoulders. Beg and plead for more. I'm so close. So damn close.
"That's it," he growls. "Soak my face while you're crying out for me, butterfly. Let me have it."
His thumb grinds against my clit as he forces his tongue inside me again.
I shatter with a sharp cry, exploding into tiny pieces. He roars against my center, licking me through it until I'm boneless and sated beneath him, too stunned to move.
But he isn't finished. Not even close.
He crawls up over me, lifting me into his arms. My legs wrap around his hips, his cock pressed against my opening.
"I need to be in you right now," he groans, claiming my lips in a deep, drugging kiss. I taste myself on them—taste the way our flavors mingle—and I love it. "I can't wait."
"Then don't," I whisper. "Make me yours, Teo. We've waited long enough." Six damn years. A lifetime.Too long.
He holds me close, his forehead against mine as he slowly pushes inside. I hold my breath, waiting for the inevitable pain as he stretches and fills me for the first time, but it never comes. Perhaps, when you've survived hell and lived to tell about it, there is no pain left in finally realizing a dream. There's just awe.
That's all I feel now. Awe. Ecstasy. A sense of rightness that brings tears to my eyes. This is real. After all this time, we're here. Together.
"Look at me, butterfly," Teo rasps, his voice thick with emotion.
I meet his gaze, his blue eyes bright, and see the same sweetness, the same ecstasy reflecting back at me. He feels it, too.
"It's me and you now, baby," he whispers, cupping my face in one big palm. "The way it was always supposed to be."
"Teo," I whimper, a tear sliding down my cheek.
He thumbs it away. "We've always belonged to each other. Now, we'll carry this piece of each other foreve,r too. No one else will ever have what's yours, Nadia. No one."
"No one will ever have what's yours either," I whisper. My body is his now, just like my heart and soul have been for most of my life.
Devotion flares in his eyes, blazing bright as the sun. And this side of Teo? This sweetness is the same. He never lost that. He never outgrew it. Thank God.
