Page 34 of Where You Belong

How do I tell him I was hoping this is where it would lead?

“Maybeee…” I drag out.

“Mmm,” he moans, pressing his face against my mound. He inhales deeply, muttering under his breath about how good I smell.

“Oh my God,” I exhale harshly, collapsing onto the bed.

Corbin stands. Reaching for my panties, he pulls them down my legs, then spreads me open for him. His eyes burn into me, staring at my hair fanned around me, over my body, and down to my pussy.

I’ve never felt so wanted by anyone before. When I was with Atlas, I was always modest, but it was really because I felt uncomfortable with him. He never looked at me like Corbin does. It’s as though he can’t get enough. His eyes eat up every inch as if he doesn’t know where to start but wants to devour it all.

He unbuttons his shorts and drops them on the floor. He quickly whips his shirt over his head, standing in front of me in a pair of boxer briefs.

His hair is mussed. I drag my eyes over his body, a breath hitching in my throat at the sight of the tattoo that spreads across his chest, blending into the sleeve down his arm.

It’s the first time I’ve seen it. He doesn’t move, letting me take in the sight—the tribute to the honor and sacrifice he made serving our country.

He slips his thumbs into his briefs, pushing them down his legs, before standing back up. He oozes confidence, and the sight of him as he crawls up the bed and leans over me will forever be engrained into my memory.

He slowly runs his hand over my calf and up my inner thigh. He hitches my leg around his waist, brushing the tip through my folds, guiding himself toward my entrance. My body trembles with how badly I want to feel him on top of me, inside me, anywhere, everywhere.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, brushing the tip over my clit. He reaches between us, gripping his length in his fist, pumping it twice before smacking the head over my pussy.

I bite down on my lip in an attempt to smother the moan.

I stare at him through hooded eyes when he licks the pad of his thumb before rubbing it over my swollen bud. He lightly teases me, stroking me until my hips take over, desperately searching for more.

I grip his face in my hands when he leans over me, capturing his mouth in a soul-searing kiss. His eyes roll closed when he slips inside me, releasing a low growl. He presses his forehead against mine. My body trembles beneath him, and he slowly pulls out before his hips piston back into me.

Something about this moment, the emotions coursing through me, causes my breath to get caught in my throat. I’m scared if I blink or close my eyes even for a second, I’ll wake up and this will all be a dream.

Corbin coming into my life and everything about this night, the way I’ve felt in his arms from the first day. Even though neither of us said it, I could feel the love between us, and as happy as he makes me, it scares me too.

Corbin leans back on his haunches, guiding my leg over his shoulder, and pulls my body closer to him before driving into me. The change in positions hits the right spot.

He rolls his eyes shut, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

“Haelynn,” he moans, staring down at me.

“Please don’t stop.”

I reach my hand between us, rubbing my fingers over my clit. His eyes blaze into me, watching my movements while thrusting in and out.

“I’m not stopping,” he grits out. “I won’t ever fucking stop.”

He grips my waist, flipping me over onto my stomach in one swift movement. I toss my hair over my shoulder, tilting my head back to look at him, arching my back in the process.

His arm wraps around me, pulling me until I’m seated on his thighs. His chest molds against my back, and I grind against him. He nips and kisses along my collarbone and neck before sucking my earlobe into his mouth. His fingers tweak my nipple while simultaneously circling his hips beneath me. Both moves drive me wild with need.

I lean my head back on his shoulder, gliding my hand over his arm and lacing our fingers together, holding him to me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs.

He pushes me forward on all fours, gripping my ass in his hands. I moan at the loss of him, sticking my ass out toward him teasingly.

“Hold on.” He squeezes my ass in his hands before smacking my skin. The burning sensation sends a jolt through my body.

“Spread your legs open more.”

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