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There would be no time to make love. That would come later and many days after I prayed because I’d been holding back too long to be tender with her now. I wanted to fuck her and make love to her. I wanted her in every way imaginable, but right now, I wanted her full and filthy with my seed leaking from her cunt.
Wasting no more time, I surged forward in one hard thrust.
“Damn, baby.” I relished the warmth of her pussy, her slick arousal coating my cock. “So tight. So wet.”
“William,” she moaned, burying her face in the crook of my neck. Her erratic breaths fanned against my heated skin, intensifying the eroticism of the moment.
“I love you, Jade,” I pushed out between thrusts, the wet, slick sounds echoing in the room. “You’re mine, Angel.”
Her nails dug deeper into my flesh at my words. The soft curves of her body melted against me, filling my world with nothing but Jade—her smell, her sounds, her taste. As it should be. Long forgotten were the promises I’d made and the hit the club had hired me to do. Only me and her mattered.
The intense pleasure of being inside her tight warmth was nothing but pure… bliss. I’d been with many women in my lifetime, and without any doubt, this was something I’d never experienced before. Our connection was unreal.
Her mewls and moans of ecstasy quickened, growing louder, pushing me deeper into a world of bliss. I wanted to consume her. Devour every piece of her until she was a part of me. Until our souls came together as one. Until no one could tell where she began, and I ended.
Obsessive? Maybe.
Possessive? Definitely.
The thought of her being only mine for the rest of our days increased my desire. My mouth covered hers. The touch of her lips and the warmth of her pussy was a delicious sensation I’d remember until the day I died.
Her legs tightened around my waist as she fisted her fingers tighter through my hair with each thrust. Never had I felt such passion with anyone. Never had I wanted to be closer to another woman in my life. I’d missed so much time with this woman.
“I’m so close,” she mumbled as she nipped at my lips.
Harder and quicker, my thrusts erratic, my orgasm quickly approached. Blood pounded in my brain as her slick walls constricted my cock. Her grip on my hair tightened, and the sting at my scalp only sent my arousal soaring higher.
“Give it to me, Angel.” I thrusted harder, my pace quickening. “Give me what’s mine.”
“William!” she cried, her luscious pussy deliciously choking me as she fell over the edge.
Deeper and harder I pushed into her, chasing the euphoria swelling inside me, chasing everything she would give me.
“Fuck, Jade!”
My eyes rolled, my toes curled, and I groaned, stilling inside her as warm streams of cum coated her womb until I was empty.
My cock slipped from inside her. I placed my forehead against hers as I tried to get my breathing under control and pecked her lips. “Mine.”
A grin lazily graced her captivating features. “Yours.”
My semi-hardened length came to life once more at her words, and I slid back into her warmth, our arousals coating my cock.
Her name repeatedly slipped from my lips like a prayer as I worshipped the only woman I had ever loved.
Chapter Seven
JADE
After Aaron’s death, never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine experiencing this again. My heart racing, the fluttering in my stomach from nothing more than a simple touch, or the way he gazed at me like I’d hung the moon. It was much like what I’d experienced with Aaron but more passionate, more intense. From his rougher touch, intense looks, to his bruising kisses, being with William was nothing like I’d ever experienced, but everything I’d hoped for.
I believed love would never be in my life again, but here I was, experiencing it again. It wasn’t that I believed love didn’t exist after the once-in-a-lifetime kind of love Aaron and I had. I thought it would never exist for me again.
How wrong had I been?
I was of the mindset that a person had one true love in their lives, and I’d experienced it. But as I laid in William’s arms, this was the first time in years I felt complete. My heart and soul were in tune with one another, again.
Today was unexpected, but I was ecstatic it had occurred. I finally saw the truth when it came to Samuel. He wasn’t the person he’d portrayed himself to be to me or my brother. And the man I loved came back to me.
