Page 60 of Forbidden Intent

He groans and removes one hand from where it’s holding my thigh down on the bed, keeping my legs spread open so he can devour me.Then buzzing fills my ears right before he slides something thick and vibrating inside me, my slick heat letting it slide in smoothly.The ridges of the toy rub me in all the right places and I’m dangerously close to coming.

“Miles!”

He growls, but continues sucking my clit like he’s been starving in the desert and finally found an oasis.My body shakes from the stimulation of his wet, rough tongue and the continuous vibrations of the toy inside me.When he starts moving the vibrator in and out, I grip the bedspread, holding on for dear life as my orgasm detonates, and even with my eyes closed underneath the blindfold, I swear I see fireworks.

The buzzing disappears as I come down, but he doesn’t give me any time to recover before I’m being pulled up from the bed.He rips the blindfold off and then kisses me, the taste of me mixing into our kiss.Moaning, I slide my fingers around his neck and hold his head close, refusing to break our salacious kiss—tongues dueling, teeth biting, lips grazing.It’s raw, hungry, dirty, and I can’t get enough.

He picks me up and carries me into the adjoining bathroom before placing me down and spinning me around to face the mirror.Our gazes connect in the reflection and my heart races at the spark of desire in his hungry eyes.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says as I continue to watch our reflection in the mirror.He kisses one side of my neck, his gaze locked on mine while his opposite hand comes up my body, sliding across my chest before gently grabbing my neck.He gives a slight squeeze, and I close my eyes from the feel of my clit throbbing from the pressure.Why does it feel so good to be dominated by him like this?

“Open your eyes, Baby Girl,” he says in that deep, rough voice he gets when he’s turned on.

My eyes pop open and my breath is stolen from my lungs when he takes that moment to slide inside me with one swift thrust.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“Feel good?”

I nod, unable to speak.

“Feel…familiar?”He says with a nibble to my neck.

My brows furrow slightly as I question him with my gaze, and his returning smile is so naughty, my stomach tightens with lust.

“That vibrating dildo you had inside you earlier?Did it feel like I do?”

It was the same size and it felt fucking amazing, but definitely not the same as him.There’s nothing that can compare with the warmth and power of the real thing.

“No,” I answer.

His lips graze my ear as he speaks, his lips quirking up at the corners.“It should’ve.It was a replica of the cock inside you, made special for you,” he says, thrusting hard.

My mouth parts in an O as he continues his thrusts, ramping up the speed.

“You like my cock better, Baby Girl?”he whispers in my ear before biting on my earlobe.

My clit throbs, needy and desperate for his touch, as I reply, “I love it.”

“Fuck yeah, you do.You take it like such a good girl.”

My insides squeeze him tighter at his praise and we both moan from the sensation.I push back on him, both of us ramping up our movements as we get closer to climax.

“You ready to come, Baby Girl?”His voice isn’t as steady as it’s been all night, and I know he’s getting close.His hands grip my hips as he thrusts in again, maintaining a pace that is quickly causing my arousal to coil in my belly, the pressure of my release making my body glisten with sweat, but I need more to come.

And he knows it.

“Yes,” I say.

The word is his cue, and he slides his finger down until it’s on my clit and then he rubs it in the way only he can.It doesn’t take long for that coil in my belly to snap and unwind, my release exploding inside me and then slowly fading.My release triggers his own and he comes, his big, strong body holding on to me tight as he grunts out his release.

When we’ve both slightly recovered, he gently pulls out of me, spins me around, and kisses me—this one sweeter and more tender than our earlier kisses.

“I love you,” he whispers, dropping one more delicate kiss on my forehead.

My heart swells in my chest and I wrap my hands around his neck before standing on my tiptoes to give him another kiss.“I love you,” I say, hoping he understands how much he means to me.Sometimes telling him I love him doesn’t feel like enough to explain the full weight of my feelings for him.But if there’s one thing that’s become increasingly clear to me the longer we’ve been together, it’s that Miles Tallon may very well be the love of my life.

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