Page 79 of Shattered Legacy (Gravestone Elite 1)

"Oh my God, Bexley."

She squeezes me so fucking tight that I have no choice but to follow her over the edge, my cock jerking and spurting jets of hot cum inside her.

Mine.

Fucking mine.

Still inside her, we fall to the bed in a tangle of limbs, our bodies spent and our chests heaving.

Contentment fills me as I hold her tighter, but after two minutes of blissful silence with her, she opens her mouth and ruins everything.

"What the fuck did we just do?"

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Mia

Bexley flinches at my words, and I immediately regret them. But this isn’t a stolen kiss and a few concealable love bites.

This is so much more.

“That

came out wrong,” I add quickly, turning into his warm body. I want to lean in and run my nose across his chest, but he’s still rigid, anger rolling off him in thick waves.

“Bexley,” I say, testing the waters and laying my hand on his stomach. He doesn’t reply, and I peer up at him through my lashes. “Look at me, please.”

Finally, he gives me his eyes and I see the hurt there. “You think this was a mistake?”

“No, I would never… I’m just confused. Being with you was…” It was everything. I swallow the words.

“Yeah.” He concedes. “Things just got a whole lot more complicated.”

Bexley turns onto his side too, so we’re nose to nose. I really need to go clean up, but I don’t want this moment to be over. Not yet. He leans in, tracing the shape of my lips with his finger, chasing the trail with his mouth. We sink into the kiss, slow and tender. His tongue slips past my lips and curls around my own, stirring my body to life once more.

“Okay,” I breathe, pressing my hands firmly to his chest. “Stop. I can’t think straight when you do that.” It comes out teasingly.

“I could spend all night kissing you and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

His words wrap around me like a warm blanket, and I know I’m getting too comfortable. This is a dream, a fantasy. It can never be more. But for tonight, I’m willing to pretend with him. Pretend that I’m just a girl falling for a boy.

“You are so fucking beautiful, little mouse.” He pushes the hair from my face and leans in to kiss me again. When he pulls back, he’s full-on gazing at me.

“What?” I ask, my cheeks pinking under his intense regard.

“You were a virgin.”

I nod.

“Explain that to me.”

My brows furrow. “I’ve never found anyone worth giving myself to.”

“So it isn’t some prosapia bullshit?”

“Historically, Electi expected their prosapia to be untouched, yes. But I didn’t hold onto my virginity for the likes of Cade and his friends, if that’s what you mean,” I snap.

“Mia,” Bexley plucks my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him, “that isn’t what I meant. Part of me knows this is real. It knows that you fucking belong to Cade, knows that he rules Gravestone U and what he says is law. But part of me is having a real fucking hard time accepting it.”

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