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Nathaniel looks up at me like he’s in rapture. I moan at the sight and he stops licking me for a moment to meet my gaze.
“Fuck yes,” he praises. “Keep playing with those gorgeous tits, baby. Do what feels good, I want you coming again on my tongue.”
Then, he’s back to eating me out and my pussy clenches, begging to be filled.
But this time, his finger ventures where no one has touched me before.
His tongue teases my clit, while his finger starts probing the entrance of my ass, slicking it with my arousal. My stomach drops at the intrusion, wetness flooding my pussy in response to the new sensations he’s eliciting.
Then, his finger presses inside, a foreign stretch andburn.
I cry out at the feeling of being filled in both holes, and Nathaniel groans in pleasure. My hips move on their own, rolling against his tongue as his fingers continue to thrust inside of me. My clit is swollen and needy, desperate for the final push over the edge.
And Nathaniel gives it to me.
His lips suction around my clit while his finger plunges deeper into my ass, the tight ring of muscle stretching to the point of pain. It all builds higher and higher until I’m climaxing so hard I’m trembling on top of him.
As I come down, he pulls back slowly, kissing my thighs, my hips, murmuring sweet, filthy praise against my skin.
“Come here, baby.” His hands are steady as he adjusts our positions, moving me so that I’m lying beneath him, my back pressed into the sheets. I’m suddenly aware of the disparity between us—he’s still fully clothed, his shirt wrinkled from where I’d fisted it in my hands earlier, his belt still fastened, his dark slacks rumpled. Meanwhile, I’m stripped bare in every sense of the word.
He sits back on his heels, his gaze never leaving mine as he reaches for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one. The fabric slides off his shoulders, revealing the taut lines of muscle beneath, the faint scars etched across his forearms—remnants of the past he finally entrusted to me.
I can’t look away.
And still—he looks at me likeI’mthe miracle.
My fingers itch to reach for him, to touch and be touched, but I wait, sensing that he needs to take his time, that this is as much about baring himself emotionally as it is physically.
When he’s finally rid of the last barrier between us, he leans over me, bracketing my face between his arms. His body is warm, solid, his presence all-encompassing. He isn’t even touching me yet, but I feel him everywhere.
His eyes burn into mine, raw emotion flickering in the depths of that icy blue.
“It must have been divine providence when I saw you on campus that day.” His thumb brushes over my cheek. “I was meant to find you.”
My throat tightens.
“You’ve brought me back to life, Olivia.”
He says it with such conviction, as if I’ve become the very thing tethering him to the world.
“Now that I’ve had you, I can’t go back, baby. I can’t go back to a life without you.” His fingers fist the sheets beside my head. “You can’t leave me, Olivia. I swear to god, I won’t survive it.”
A shiver works its way down my spine. Not from fear, but from the truth in his words.
He isn’t just saying this.He believes it.
I reach for him then, my fingertips tracing the sharp edges of his jaw. “I’ll be here for as long as you want me,” I whisper.
Pain lances through his expression. “Don’t you understand?” His voice is strained. “I willalwayswant you. I want you more and more with each passing day… I fear it willneversubside.” Nathaniel repeats the words he said to me before and I realize that he has proven them to be true.
I pull him down to me, cupping his face between my palms, brushing my lips over his. “Then show me. Show me how much you want me.”
In one smooth, brutal motion, he thrusts into me—deep.
I cry out, my back arching as he fills me completely, stretching me to the limit. He’s so deep, it feels like he’s nestled right in my chest. His fingers dig into my waist as he pins me beneath him.
He buries his face in my neck and moves—slow, then harder, his breath a litany of my name, again and again, like he’s worshiping me with every stroke.
