Page 102 of Tabitha

It’s addicting.

A craving that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to satisfy.

And I want more.

River kisses his way down my body, cupping my breasts, and my nipples tighten painfully. He hums in satisfaction, giving one breast a slow lick before switching to the other and nipping at it so hard that my back bows.

He sucks the peak into his mouth, the sharp pull seeming to tug directly from my clit, and I can’t stop the moan that gets caught in my throat. As he feasts, his other hand trails down my body, his fingers finding my center. He strokes my clit once, then twice, before he plunges his fingers in deep. He waits a few seconds, allowing me to adjust to his invasion, but I arch into his touch, forcing him deeper, wanting more.

I pant, barely holding back a whimper, then it escapes anyway when he rubs my clit, his fingers moving inside me until he hits a spot that has me seeing stars.

Bright lights flash behind my eyes, my orgasm taking me by surprise, stealing my breath. He continues to stroke me slowly and deeply until I collapse back onto the bed, my whole body tingling and twitching.

The first thing I see when my eyes flutter open is his cocky smirk.

I lightly trace my fingers over the contours of his face, memorizing the handsome details, taking care with his injuries. A strange sensation fills my chest, like my heart is so full of emotions that it actually aches. Unable to keep the feelings locked away a second longer, I blurt them out loud. “I love you.”

His smile fades as he gazes down at me with his whole heart in his eyes, the vulnerability in them heartbreaking. When his mouth tightens, I brush my fingers over his lips, and I repeat it again. “I love you.”

A tiny spark of hope flares in his eyes, like he’s not sure he believes me, so I repeat it again.

“I love you.” I cup his face, not letting him look away from me. “And I’ll say it again and again, repeat it over and over until you believe me.”

“You love me,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with awe, and that tiny spark of hope turns into a blazing inferno. He runs the back of his fingers down my cheek, then he captures my jaw in his firm grip, a wicked grin taking over his face. “Your fate is sealed now. You’re mine, and I’m never going to let you go.”

I wrap my leg over his hip, then twist, taking him by surprise. He lands on his back with anoomph, his eyes wide as I straddle his hips, taking care not to jostle his injuries. “You foolish man, you have that backwards. You’re mine. If you leave, you should know that I have the skills to hunt you down.”

“And what will you do with me when you catch me?” He practically purrs the question, running his hands up and down my thighs distractingly.

Unwilling to give him the upper hand, I arch my hips, loving the way his heavy cock twitches at my core. “I can think of a few things to do to punish you appropriately.”

He gives a tortured groan, thrusting against me, and I hum in approval. I barely resist touching him, afraid that I might hurt him worse.

But there is one place that he’s not hurt.

I lean back, taking his cock in hand, and stroke him once, enjoying the heavy, silken feel of him in my palms.

He thrusts into my hold, a growl tearing from him, and his hands land on my hips in a bruising grip. He grimaces like he’s in pain, and I unconsciously tighten my hand, then lick my lip when pre cum leaks from the tip. I brush my thumb through it, then bring it up to my lips and lick the drops away, curious at the taste.

I purr at the slightly bitter, salty taste. River swears, then takes advantage of my distraction by tossing me on the bed and looming over me. He grabs ahold of his cock, and I spread my legs wider in invitation.

He doesn’t even hesitate, thrusting deep, and my breath catches at the twist of pleasure and pain. He then sits back on his haunches, pulling my hips off the bed, and I groan at the drag of his cock against my sensitive flesh.

River slowly pulls out of me, then snaps his hips back, surging into me in a single thrust, his pubic bone grinding against my clit in a way that leaves my legs trembling. I can’t take my eyes off him, his lean muscles flexing with each thrust like a piece of moving artwork.

I can’t resist reaching out to touch him, running my hands along the sharp edges of his abs. Even decorated with bruises, he’s a sight to behold.

He’s relentless, driving me higher and higher with each thrust.

I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him faster, and he obliges. It’s not long before my pending orgasm tingles through my veins. Wanting to drag him with me, I reach below and grab his balls, squeezing them gently.

He curses, his grip tightening, his rhythm growing erratic, but he doesn’t break. It’s like he’s determined to drive me out of my mind. Intent on bringing him with me, I reach farther and press firmly against the small area behind his balls.

He grits his teeth, a diabolical look entering his brown eyes. Then he reaches to where we’re joined, his thumb circling my clit, and I can’t hold back any longer. My vision dims as my orgasm rolls over me, and he growls his own release, his cock jerking inside of me.

After a moment, he collapses next to me, pulling me close as we struggle to catch our breaths. I snuggle close, humming in contentment when he presses his lips against my forehead. Then, much too soon for my liking, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me back into the bathroom.

Without hesitation, he walks me back into the shower, and I shiver when lukewarm water cascades over us. He lowers me gently, then goes about finishing the job of washing me. He runs a cloth over every inch of me, his every touch a caress. Instead of washing away his release, he strokes me gently, pushing his cum back inside me.

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