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I slide inside her, whispering against her lips, “You’re everything to me.”
Chapter twenty-eight
Lily
Alastair is my world. His chest is the earth, and his eyes are the sky. His finger inside me is nirvana, and his body against mine is gravity. I am possessed by him, set free by his touch, made greater with his love.
He pulls me down onto his hand and our lips meet. The kiss is tender, and his finger is gentle, easing into me as he explores. He’s stretched me before more mercilessly as he devoured me, and while I hunger for him now more than ever, I know this slow, gentle progression is what he needs, what we both need.
It’s always been fevered passion, the promise of release and nothing more, nothing after. But this is a different promise. This is how he makes love to me.
“I love you, Alastair,” I whisper between kisses and his cock jerks in my hand.
“I never knew how much I’d crave that, how much I’d craveyou.” He sighs contentedly before kissing me long and hard. “I love you, Lily.”
His finger strokes against my left wall as he pulls out and I keen from the unexpected pleasure. He returns to that spot, stroking itmore deliberately, and I pinch my eyes shut through the sensation that threatens to overwhelm me.
“I love learning about your body,” he says, stroking me there again.
The coiling sensation of another release is already half wound, but I’m desperate to make this moment go on for as long as it can.
“Your body is a temple I will worship at every day, this I promise. I will bring you pleasure and comfort. I will protect and adore you. I will be everything you need me to be.”
“You already are. You always have been.”
Finally, I have him. Finally, I can love him. And he loves me the way I need him to. I’m untethered from the darkness of my past, of my future, and it’s the most wondrous feeling. He pulls out to the tip of his finger, and I feel another pressing against my opening.
He guides me down onto his hand as he kisses me. I moan against the stretch his fingers gives me, but it doesn’t sate the ache in my core. I need him. All of him.
“I’m ready for you,” I whisper, pumping my fist down his shaft.
He shakes his head, making his lips brush against mine. “Not yet.”
He hooks his fingers against that sensitive spot and I whimper. The world spins and he is my center. I grind down on his hand, my body craving more pressure.
“Yes, wife, ride me,” he whispers as his other arm tightens around my back.
That word groans off his lips like a prayer and it twists the knot in my lower belly a little tighter. He guides me down into a rhythm that threatens to unmake me. The steadily building pressure in my core battles against my need to stay present with him.
“So wet for me,” he mumbles against my lips. “You’re almost ready.”
He pushes me up and I feel a third finger pressing against my opening. I slide down onto him and his lips move across my cheek. He nibbles my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth and flicking over it with his tongue. My thighs tremble and sweat beads across my forehead as I work myself onto him.
He’s punishing me in ways I’ve never known were possible, and I want to punish him back. I swipe my thumb over the top of his head, spreading his slickness down his shaft.
He hisses in a sharp breath against the shell of my ear. “How can you do this to me with such ease?”
“Do what?” I whisper, placing a kiss on his temple.
“Unravel me,” he groans. Then his lips find my skin again. He bites and licks, his rough kisses moving down the column of my neck to where it meets my shoulder. I’m riding the edge toward another inevitable undoing.
“Slow down,” I whimper, trying to pull myself away from his curling fingers.
“Never,” he says, and I can feel his smile against my pulse point.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, sir.”
He only kisses me harder, growling into my skin as he tightens his grip around my back. I can’t escape him, or this. The coiled pressure in my lower belly is on the precipice of launching me into star-studded oblivion.
