Page 35 of Diesel
Diesel spoiled her with kisses, trailing heat down her throat, across her collarbone, over the lace of her bra.When his mouth closed over a nipple, Sophie arched with a moan, her fingers tangling in his hair.Every touch was reverent.Every kiss, a brand.
By the time he stripped her bare and settled between her thighs, she was trembling for him, eyes glazed with need.
“Tell me if I need to stop,” he rasped, hovering there.
“Don’t you dare,” she gasped.
Their bodies met with a desperate, perfect slide.Diesel buried his face against her neck as he thrust deep and sure, his every movement speaking the words he couldn’t say aloud.You matter, I’m here, I’ll never let you go again.
Sophie clung to him, tears spilling unchecked now, not from fear but overwhelming love.When her release broke over her, her cry was Diesel’s name, breathless and fierce.
He followed moments later, spilling into her with a guttural groan, hips shuddering, arms caging her like she was the center of his entire damn universe.
After, he didn’t pull away.Instead, he cradled her close, brushing kisses over her damp temple, her shoulder, her fingers now adorned with his ring.
“I love you, Sophie,” he whispered against her hair.“Don’t know when it happened.Just know it’s true.”
She smiled through fresh tears, burying her face in his chest.“I love you too.”
The End
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