Page 205 of Tempting Little Thief

She does exactly that, sucking me inside her in one slow swoop.

We moan in unison and our lips meet instantly, kissing and nipping, her hands holding my face, mine holding her ass as she slowly rocks on top of me.

It’s exactly what we need, a leisurely kind of ride, the slow fucking painful kind.

Gripping her hips, I lift one leg and tip back more so we’re half sitting, half lying and her hands fly to the back of the couch.

“It’s so deep like this,” she gasps, moaning the next second.

“Does it feel good, baby?” I urge her on, my eyes fucking glued to the sight of her above me, hair soaking fucking wet and sticking to her face. Her eyes are closed, and she switches between biting her lip and licking it, a small frown above her brow, the feeling too fucking good.

I’m a fuckin’ rod inside her, too hard to comprehend, these last few months without the feel of her wrapped around me, I’ll never go through again, but I don’t take over.

She needs this and I’m close to coming just watching and feeling the way she fucks her worries from her body, using mine how she wants, chasing the angle that best suits her right now and every little move she makes is so fucking good.

“Bastian.” She moans, blindly seeking out my lips, so I give them to her, kissing her long and hard and she cries into my mouth, her body trembling as her orgasm rolls through her. Slowly, her green eyes open, and she runs her hands through my hair, her forehead falling to mine. “More.”

“Okay, baby,” I murmur against her lips, pulling them between my own as I haul us to our feet, remaining locked inside her.

Her arms lock around my neck, burying her face in it and I carry us to the bed until we’re in the center.

Her legs fall open and when I pull back, her fingers trail the bandage, worry in her gaze.

I kiss her wrist, threading my fingers with hers, and shake my head, and when I slowly rock in and out of her, she forgets all about it.

Our bodies are pressed together, completely smashed, and still, she presses closer.

“You need more than this, Rich Girl?” I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, pull back all the way and back in, deeper this time. Her back arches off the comforter. “You need … this too?”

I bring my hand under her leg, pressing my thumb to the tight ring of muscle there.

She gasps and moans at the same time, pressing into my hand.

“Yeah, you do, don’t you?” I kiss her throat, just above and then below the jewelry there. “I’ll stay right there. You take what you want, hear me?”

I nip at her collarbone and when she drives her ass down, the tip of my thumb pressing into her tight hole, my cock flexes.

“My greedy girl.” I groan. My muscles stiffen as I drive into her. “I’m gonna come, baby. I’m gonna fill you up and then lie next to you and watch as I leak out of you.”

She whimpers, and with two more strokes of my cock, my thumb still playing with her, she clenches, her body quaking, and I spill into her, taking her mouth as she digs her nails into my back. Her pussy convulses around me and we stay like that until we’re nothing but dead weight.

Slowly, I roll off her and take her with me into the bathroom to clean up and she slips into the private restroom attached, coming out just as fast, just as naked. I lift her off her feet, carrying her back to bed.

We climb into the center, burying ourselves in the blanket and she wraps her arms around me with a yawn. “I thought you wanted to watch me leak all over.”

A throaty chuckle leaves me, and I close my eyes, holding her tight. “I do, but I thought better of it, and I don’t think you’d be all that comfortable bleeding all over the bed.”

She hums, burying her face in my chest. “You thought right. Are you … will you stay in bed all night tonight?”

I grip her chin, tipping it up so she can look at me, her green eyes exhausted and content. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She holds my gaze a moment before nodding and burying her head once more.

We lie there in silence for a long time, so long I’m sure she’s asleep, but then her soft, sad little voice whispers into the darkness.

“I killed somebody.”

“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper back. “I did, too.”

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