Page 101 of Scarred Heir
“This.” I wrapped my arms around her and lowered my lips to hers, kissing her softly. “I don’t care how I got here, I’m just glad I did.”
“Me too.” She raised her hands when I tugged at the bottom of her pink sweatshirt.
“I read somewhere that when a person’s body falls below a certain temperature, another person should strip to keep them warm.”
“Is your body at that point?” She lifted her hips so I could remove her sweatpants and panties.
“Why risk it?” I pushed her onto the floor. “I want to be close to you.”
When our mouths connected, my head stopped aching and my body didn’t shake from the cold. Being with her, experiencing her naked flesh against mine, rejuvenated me. Kissing my way down her neck, I gripped her thigh and feasted on her breasts.
Her vanilla body wash lingered on my tongue, stimulating me to taste all of her. Once I settled between her thighs, she spread her legs for me, exposing her most intimate area. The one that I had claimed for myself.
Taking my time, I licked her folds and savored her juices on my lips. My cock begged for release, but I needed to indulge in her. Lifting her leg, I rested her calf on my shoulder and plunged my tongue deeper into her pussy.
“Milo.” She jolted her pelvis into my face as she clawedat the soft throw rug beneath us. “You’re going to make me come.”
I pushed my fingers inside her, gliding them in sync with my tongue. Her muscles twitched and tensed against me as she unraveled under my touch.
Before she had time to recover, I slithered up her smooth body, biting her nipple as I gripped my cock and drove it inside her.
She raised her hips, meeting me with an eager hunger, taking all of me in a single thrust. The intimacy stripped me to my core. I was laid out raw and exposed for her. I wanted her to see all of me through her electrifying gaze.
“You know who I am and you’re here anyway.” I kissed her. “Why?”
“You know why,” she whispered against my lips. “Tell me you feel it.”
“I feel you.” My head swirled but not from the injury. She had taken hold of me in a way I had never let anyone before. I was hers. “Only you.”
I grabbed her thighs and folded them at the knees, pushing her into the floor as I slammed into her at a furious pace. She scratched at my back, writhing beneath me. My balls slapped against her, the sound echoing through the room.
“Mmm…” she moaned. “I…”
When she clenched around me, I couldn’t hold on any longer. “Fuck, baby.” I pushed her knees against her shoulders and thrust into her until I poured everything I had into her. “Sable.”
Her labored breaths slowed, but her body shook with the aftershocks of her climax. “Milo, I’m…”
“Overstimulated.” I smirked. “Let me help with that.”
I kissed her neck, trailing my mouth to her breasts, swirling my tongue around her nipples.
“That’s not helping.” She ran her hand along my back. “It’s making me want more.”
“Hmm…” I brushed my lips across her stomach until I was positioned between her legs. “Let me clean you up while you settle down.”
“What?” She propped herself up and peered down at me. “You’re going to…”
“Shh.” I spread her open and ran my tongue along her clit, lapping our mingled arousal.
“Oh.” She dropped onto her back, moving her hips in slow circles as I scooped my come from inside her.
Crawling up her body, I pinned her with my weight and took her wrists in my hands, holding them above her head.
“Taste us.” I slid my tongue between her lips, massaging it against hers.
“Hitting your head made you dirtier.” She licked my lips. “I like it.”
“I’ve always been dirty, Sexy Sable.” I released her hands and kissed her long and hard, making her gasp for air when I pulled back. “I’ve just been going easy on you.”
