Page 63 of Accidentally, Scandalously Yours

His breaths come faster as his eyes demand mine never leave his. “Yes.”

My fingers dig hard into his face. I want to own this face. I never want to let it go. “You still love me.”

His jaw clamps down under my hand while he goes to war with himself over that statement. No air finds its way into my lungs while I wait for him.

Time stands still.

Seconds tick by.

Excruciatingly slowly.

A flood of memories fills my mind.

All the little ways Bradford showed me his love.

All the little things I didn’t pay enough attention to because if I had, I would never have wasted a second being with anyone but him.

“Bradford,” I beg, gripping his face harder. I’m desperate for time to stop standing still. I’m desperate for him to tell me yes.

“Fuck.” His fingers bind tighter around my throat as he breathes thatfuckover me like a dragon breathes fire. “Fuck.” And then his lips are crashing down on mine, and he’s breathing life into me.

He kisses me with all the torture he’s feeling. Like he needs me to take it from him and never give it back. Like he won’t survive if I don’t keep it from touching him again.

His hands are in my hair.

They’re angry.

They’re vicious.

They’repossessive.

I’ll take the pain they cause every second for the rest of my life just to feel that urgent desire and dominance.

Bradford has always been the king of my heart. I want him to own it forever.

He tears his mouth from mine and kisses his way down my neck to my throat and collarbone. Every press of his lips to my skin is fire to my soul. I thread my fingers through his hair and arch my body into his. I never want him to stop.

Moving down my body, he shoves the straps of my dress off my shoulders and groans as he kisses my breasts. His hands are rough as he takes hold of them and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh God,” I moan, wrapping a leg around him, searching for friction as I grind my pussy against his erection. I need him inside me.

Bradford isn’t delicate with my body. His hands are crude, his mouth is indecent. He strips my dress from me inconsiderately.

When he drops to his knees and takes hold of my waist with both hands, I roll my hips his way. His feral growl right before he presses his face to my panties slams into me. Into all of me. I squeeze my fingers into his hair, craving more. So. Much. More.

He tears my panties off. I watch him while he slows himself down to look at my pussy. His shoulders are rigid like he’s working hard to control himself. I don’t want him to control himself. I want him to take me. All of me. I want him to wreck me.

I squeeze his hair. “Bradford.” It’s a beg that draws his eyes to mine. “I need you.”

That brutal look in his eyes flares and then he snaps. Loses all control. And finally,finally, gives me everything.

He brings his hands to my pussy and licks the entire center of me. He does this so fucking slowly, and so deeply, and with that guttural growl of his. It’s the filthiest thing a man has ever done to me. It’s intimate in a way that’s new to me.

When he gets to my clit, he circles his tongue over it and then sucks.

My back presses into the wall because my legs suddenly feel weak.

Bradford takes his time with my clit. Then, he kisses his way down to my opening, kissing and sucking me there before slowly pushing his tongue inside me.

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