Page 70 of Whips and Chains
She couldn’t stop staring at it, her gaze flickering over every curve and twist of the stem, and the shading I’d attempted on the petals.
Awkward heat rose up the back of my neck, knowing she was seeing the imperfect lines I’d drawn because I didn’t have the skill with a tattoo gun I wanted. “I know it’s not perfect. It wasreally different than drawing with a pencil, and I need to get Dax to fix it—”
Her gaze snapped to meet mine. “You did it yourself?” There was a hint of awe in her voice that had me both awkward and my chest puffing up with pride.
“Yes.”
Her eyes shone. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her words were like a spear right through my chest, opening me up wide. If she hadn’t already owned every inch of my heart, that comment would have done it.
I grasped the side of her face and tilted her head up, so I was staring down at her. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I lowered my head to kiss her slowly, and we connected again, the words falling away when she kissed me back.
Our hips moved in unison, a rhythm igniting between us, one that was starting to feel familiar as we got to know each other’s bodies and the way we liked to be touched.
I drew her in tighter, wrapping my arms around her so there was no space in between. Her tits pressed against my chest, every inch of us connected.
We’d been making out in the bathroom long enough that we’d both air-dried without any assistance from a towel, and I suddenly wanted her wrapped up in bed with me.
I lifted her, her mouth never separating from mine as I walked us to the bed and laid her down on it. I thrust into her while she stared up at me, both of us taking kisses whenever we felt like we needed them, her fingers trailing up and down my arms, braced either side of her, across my chest and down my back.
She never stopped touching me.
Never stopped moving her hips, showing me she wanted me inside her just as much as I did.
I pulled the sheet over our heads, blocking out the world, creating one where only she and I existed.
“I love you so much.” I came, spilling myself inside her. My orgasm ripped through my body, sending pulses of pleasure with it that had me breathless.
But even if I’d only had one breath left, I would have used it to tell her I loved her. So I whispered it over and over again, talking her through her orgasm, feeling her clench around my cock, the sweet agony of feeling her come around me so damn perfect it was hard to imagine anything feeling better.
Beneath those sheets, she was mine. Not Whip’s. Not X’s.
Just mine.
Our breaths mingled, and we both came down from our orgasms, clutching each other close.
I rolled onto the mattress, taking her with me, settling beneath her with my dick still inside her, even though I was completely spent.
“I’m going to squash you,” she mumbled sleepily, head resting on the light dusting of dark hair on my chest.
“You’re going to lie right there and sleep. I’ll be just fucking fine.”
There wasn’t a single other place I wanted to be more. Her weight on top of me was comforting in a way I had never experienced, and the idea of her ever moving off me felt like a fate worse than death.
So I held her there to me, making sure she knew her weight was never something I couldn’t handle or didn’t want.
And whispered that I loved her until she fell asleep.
It was only hours after staring down at her, sleeping on my chest, that I realized she had never said she loved me back.
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The bedroom door crashed open so hard it bounced off the wall behind it.
