Page 132 of Unraveling Rain
“More, I need more.”
Xander picks up speed, thrusting harder into me, and I nip at his chin. He hisses—I do it again. Then I nibble his lower lip and tug him toward me.
He kisses me slowly, devouring my lips while he keeps pumping into me.
“Xander—fuck, Xander,” I gasp, like a prayer, the climb building higher and higher until I finally let go and jump.
A wave of pleasure crashes through me, every nerve lit as he kisses me through it.
I melt, completely undone, a puddle of goo.
But Xander isn’t finished.
“One more?” he asks, his eyes shining bright with desire.
I nod and kiss him, even as my body trembles.
He gently slides out of me, my core tender and hypersensitive after two intense orgasms—but I want Xander to come inside me.
We walk toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city.
“Press your chest against the glass and open your legs,” he commands, lips brushing my neck.
I obey, heat pulsing through me. I love this side of him.
“You’re such a good girl, Cherry.”
He licks the shell of my ear, and I feel arousal trickle down my thigh.
“You’ve ruined me for any other man,” I whisper, turning my head to kiss him.
“Good. Because there’s no other man in your future but me.”
He spreads my ass cheeks, and for a second, panic flutters in my chest—but then his cock finds my core, and I sigh in relief.
His hands slide under the jersey and cup my breast as he begins to move.
This time it’s slow. Unhurried. Every thrust meets mine, like we’re dancing to a rhythm only we know.
“After tonight, there are no more doubts. No more secrets. You are mine, and I am yours,” Xander says, and I feel the words sear into my heart—into my soul.
“You are mine, and I am yours,” I echo just before he captures my lips.
His fingers tease my nipples, and my movements turn erratic, the buildup crashing over me again.
“I love you, Cherry. Always,” he says.
It’s all I need. My favorite three words from the only man I’ve ever truly wanted.
I moan as the first wave hits me, sharp and full.
Xander pumps harder, and after a few more deep thrusts, I feel his cum spill inside me.
He stills, then rests his head on my back, breath ragged.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
And I mean it—with everything I am.
