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“I’m yours.”
“Fucking right you’re mine, Olive.” He was fucking me like a madman, my pussy so wet the erotic, filthy sounds filled the air around us. “Come for me again,” he demanded.
And I did just that. It was like his words did something to me, made me feel lost and found all in the same breath.
I forced my eyes to stay open through my pleasure, watching Pope come as well, and seeing him go over the edge because of me was such a turn-on I probably could have gotten off again. The feeling of his cock swelling in me, getting thicker, of his cum filling me, was hot, erotic.
“Mine,” he growled out, and I felt him gently bite the side of my neck.
God, it felt so good. He felt so good.
And then more pleasure slammed into me. It was all consuming, sucked me down, held me there until I never wanted to leave.
And when he pulled out of me, a gasp leaving me because of the sensitivity, Pope rolled to the side. But he didn’t leave me lying there alone for too long. He brought me in close to his body, and all I could do was mold myself to him, to bask in the feeling of being with him.
“I love you,” I said, loving the words coming from me, loving that I could say them out loud to Pope.
I felt his hand go between my thighs.
“This is mine,” he said against my head, and I all but purred like I was just as wild as he was.
He was mine.
I was his.
And it felt so perfect to feel that in my heart.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Olive
Iwas pressed against Pope, every part of me completely spent, the euphoric sensations moving through me like a drug I didn’t want to stop.
I didn’t think I could’ve moved even if I wanted to. Which, of course, I sure as hell didn’t. Our skin was slightly damp from what we’d just done, and the sound of his heavy breathing, showing he was just as tired as I was, had me smiling to myself.
He kept me close, and I let myself close my eyes and just absorb the feeling of being here next to him, of finally giving in to what I’d wanted from day one.
With my hand on his hard, defined abdomen, my fingers played along the ridges of his six-pack. We’d been lying like this for the past hour, neither of us moving or speaking, the atmosphere content and relaxed. And the soreness I felt between my thighs was this steady, powerful reminder of what we’d done.
“You’re quiet,” he said softly.
“You wore me out,” I responded honestly.
The sound of his deep chuckle could have lulled me to sleep. “You know how to make a guy feel pretty damn proud.”
I shifted on the bed slightly, so I could tip my head back and look into his face. “And what if I didn’t wear you out?” I was just teasing, because I knew damn well he was completely spent, like I was.
He had his eyes closed, one of his arms bent and tucked under his head, but after a second, he opened his eyes and looked at me. The expression on his face was serious, and I felt the air around us change.
“Wearing me out doesn’t really describe what you’ve done to me, Olive.” The way he spoke those words seemed intense, as if that teasing note we just had vanished and seriousness had taken its place. “You’ve wrapped yourself around me, made me hungry only for you.”
I felt my pulse jackknife in my chest but rested my head back on his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart beating. I’d found my future too.
Seemed like fighting these feelings was a lost cause. But never in my life had I wanted to lose at something so badly.
He tightened his arm around me, holding me to him, making me feel like I was the only woman in the world, that I was the only one for him.
“I can’t let you go, Olive.” His words were soft, gentle. They were spoken from the heart. I felt the truth in that. “You’re my future.” He cupped the side of my face and my breath caught.
