Page 161 of Destined Lovers

He spreads my legs apart, maneuvering me however he wants, and idly traces the beauty mark on my inner thigh, sending shivers down my body.

He takes a breath. “I shouldn’t have said that. I trust him with Maeve. That should say enough.It’s concerning though, if he hurts her in any way, I don’t want Penny quitting.”

That makes more sense.

“Enough about them. Turn your head, angel. I need those lips.”

Without hesitation, I turn and smash my lips against his. “Mmm.” I groan. “I could kiss you forever.”

“Youwillkiss me forever. Untilourdying breath.” He sweeps his fingers across my face, caressing me with each stroke.

I swallow the lump in my throat. “I love you.”

“I will never tire of hearing those words.” He leans down and kisses me tenderly.

“What happened to my demanding man from downstairs?” I mumble.

He pulls back to look me in the eyes, running his hands through my hair. “I was too rough earlier on the lawn. I want to take it slow.”

“What if I don’t want it slow?” I hold his eyes, and they flare with want.

He moves his hands up my thigh and parts me, running his thick fingers through my flesh.

Does this intense feeling of want and need ever go away?

I’m desperate for him at all times.

The way I’m leaning back on him positions my arse up. Easy for him to glide his fingers down and rub my behind. Slower and more calculated than before.

“You liked this earlier.”

Not a question.

He snakes his other arm around me and strokes the tips of his fingers over my clit.

My mouth gapes, and my breathing is labored.

I stare up at him, and his eyes are dazed, lost in my pleasure. Every time he passes over my forbidden zone, his cock jumps against my back.

I know he wants it there.

My breathing picks up, and so do his movements, slowly sliding his finger into my tight hole.

I bite my lip so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I drew blood.

Feck.

This feels too good.

His eyes meet mine as his fingers explore every intimate part of my body.

“D-Do you…” I can’t get out the words, suddenly nervous.

“Do I what?” he breathes. I don’t answer because he’s really working me now, and I can’t get a single word out.

“Do I want you here? Is that what you were going to ask?” He adds another finger, working me up. Then another.I close my eyes and let a small whimper escape my lips.

This is too much.

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