Page 139 of Chalk Outline
He is unpredictable, yet he is to me.
He is dangerous, yet I feel safe with him.
He’s impossible and undefinable, yet some of his layers have me seeing colors I’ve never experienced before.
I will always be the best version of myself with Reeve because he pushes me to explore and cross boundaries I’ve never crossed before, even when he was around.
This is the best version of us, and we’re still evolving.
“Boo.”
I jump out of my skin when Reeve’s dark voice meets my ear. He grabs my legs with both hands and yanks me out from under the bed. “You can’t hide from me, Winona. Not in this lifetime. And not the next.”
Yeah…
I know he’s not talking about the game; it’s always been about me. I’ve told him countless times that he can’t hide from me, and I meant it because our stars aligned the moment we met. It was inevitable. We exposed ourselves to each other in hopes of being seen. And we were.
He helps me to my feet and then throws me onto the mattress.
“Are you wearing night vision goggles?” I chuckle as I break free from his grip, but he catches me quickly.
“Yes. Let’s have fun with your other senses.”
The scent of sandalwood clings to my skin with subtle hints of leather and cigarettes as I kick against him.
“Nah, nah, nah, little lady. You stay right here.” He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I grab a pillow and throw it at his chest. “I’m gonna watch you come undone, and all you need to do is listen and feel our bodies pleasure each other.”
Two fingers slip inside me, and I moan at the sweet intrusion. They massage my walls, working me delectably, and making me even wetter than before.
“Already drenched,” he says in his praising voice.
How can I resist him?
He’s all I ever wanted.
And out of all the people in the world... he chose me.
His lips press my shin, my knee, nipping a spot on my inner thigh before dragging his tongue toward my center. He pinches my erect nipples, eliciting a moan from deep in my throat. I buck my hips and grind against his tongue, feeling him slip away. He licks a straight line all the way up to my mouth.
“I like that,” I whisper against his lips.
“I know,” he replies, slapping my breast. “Stay here.”
His warmth disappears for a brief moment before he returns to push a pillow under my hips, then crosses and folds my legs against his chest. In one thrust, Reeve is balls deep inside me.
I grip the sheets tightly as a wave of tingles rushes through me.
Reuniting with my husband feels like a song I’ve loved and known by heart for many years, but I haven’t listened to it in a while. Now I’m reminiscing about it, knowing all the words and rediscovering it all over again.
“You like to be fucked like a little animal.”
I feel every ridge of him ramming into me with powerful strokes. This position makes everything ten times more arousing and deep.
The half-smile on my face slowly turns into a smirk.
“Captured,” he playfully remarks.
His vigorous thrusts echo through the tower, accompanied by vibrations that resemble my vibrator. Our heated skin melds together as our souls ignite.
