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Arlo.
The hunger there makes my pulse skip.
He doesn’t speak, just tilts his head slightly, his eyes dark and steady.
I smirk. I’m not sure where the impulse comes from, but I start to run.
“Don’t run, ma lune,” he calls after me, his voice low, and edged with warning. “You know I love the chase.”
Chapter 30
Ophelia
I open my eyes to the familiar warmth pressed against my back, his steady breathing falling into rhythm with mine.
A faint smile tugs at my lips as my gaze drifts toward the window.
It’s Thanksgiving morning, though it scarcely feels like it here, hidden away in this pocket of winter tranquillity.
The calendar may insist it’s still the last few days of autumn, yet the air, the snow, and that faint scent of pine and spice all say otherwise.
December feels close enough to touch—close enough that you can almost hear Christmas humming quietly in the distance.
And I allow myself to breathe it in.
Arlo stirs, his hardened length pressing against the small of my back.
His hand finds the nape of my neck, the touch that’s become his mark on me, before tracing a possessive path down to my chest, his palm cupping my breast, his thumb toying with my pebbled nipple.
His touch moves lower,rubbing his thumb over my swollen clit, and a soft moan escapes me before I can stop it.
“Arlo,” I breath.
He then drags two fingers through my wetness, coating them, and the next moment he brings them to my mouth. He shoves them past my lips, forcing me to open for him, to taste my own arousal on his fingers.
All the while, his tongue traces a slow path along the column of my throat.
Wearing only my panties, as I’d tried putting on pyjamas last night, but Arlo made sure they didn’t stay on for long, insistingI should get it through my head that when I sleep in his bed, there’s no need for anything between us.
I barely have time to react before he tears the fabric away with a single, rough motion. And slowly pushes his cock inside of me.
He draws back just as slowly before driving forward with more strength.
The maddening pace continues until I am on the verge of shattering. Succumbing to the sheer, overwhelming sensation of him filling me.
His thrust became more vicious, his arm wraps around me tightly, my back is pressed firmly against his chest.
I gasp, my body clenching around him tightly. A moan escapes me. “Oh, God, Arlo.”
“That’s it, ma lune,” he breathes in my ear. “Come for me.”
I did, before he even finished his sentence. With one hand squeezing my breast and teasing my nipple, and the other circling my clit with just the perfect amount of pressure, I didn’t stand a chance.
A powerful orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking.
And Arlo followed, he came with a groan, spilling inside me.
We stay like that for a few more minutes, our limbs tangled together, before he slowly pulls away.
