Page 93 of Be My Bride

Up.

There.

Her mewls hit my ears.

She digs her fingers into my hair as her toes curl into the bed and her thighs shake. I hold her legs down, listening to her pants growing closer and closer together.

She comes apart loudly.

Trembling.

Gasping.

I crawl back over her and kiss her again. She sucks on my bottom lip, tasting herself and groaning softly. Her fingers paw at my pants, a silent directive for more.

Moving briskly, I unbutton my jeans.

Push them down.

Grab protection.

Her lips hit my ear in a taunt whimper as we connect.

As we become one.

In that moment, I feel a fierce protectiveness welling inside me.

I can’t let anything hurt this woman.

Even me.

Especially me.

I take Asia’s hands and rest them on either side of her head, pushing them deeper into the pillows until they almost sink to the mattress. Our fingers lock tightly as I take her higher.

Sweat dampens the sheets.

Her body arches off the mattress.

I grunt as she moans for me. As she meets me there.

In that place where time suspends and eternity lasts a moment.

The bond that connects us pulls to the point of snapping.

Faster.

Harder.

More.

I move my fingers off her wrists.

Sink them somewhere sweeter.

Her nails dig into my back.

Warmth floods my soul as she kisses me.

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