His breathing his fast, but mine is an animalistic pant. When he breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes, all I see is blue and the intense desire stirring behind them.
He stills, the head of his dick pressed to my entrance. He knows I want it like this. Raw. Otherwise, he’d stop. He’d say something. He’d go down on me again. But not this time.
My eyes don’t break away. I meet him pound for pound with every ounce of intense emotion surging through me. Do it, I think. Fuck me.
He thrusts hard, and I gasp, clenching my eyes shut. I can’t help it. It hurts. It feels incredible. It’s better than anything. The warmth of his cock inside me sends erotic shock waves through my core.
I reopen my eyes and come back to him. He withdraws and pushes my hands harder into the pillow above my head, not letting go. He slams his cock into me over and over again, each penetration intensifying the waves of sinful pleasure. I want this so bad. I want this to work. Are we going to get to the finish line?
“I need you so much,” I whisper, not meaning to say it out loud.
The intensity of his movements and thrusts increase along with the brutal desire in his eyes. He’s already inside my head. He’s inside me. He knows. Everything I need.
I feel his girth stretch my walls and spread me wider. I open my legs as far as they’ll go, planting my heels over his tight, flexing ass. The tension deep inside starts to soar. His balls slam into my base, and I clench my eyes shut again. With each stroke of his cock, I’m pushed closer to the edge.
I have to come. I don’t want to, because the moment is so, sooo good, but I can’t help myself.
I throw my head back and cry out as the orgasm grabs hold and slams into me. The delicious ball of ecstasy explodes through my body—heart, head, limbs. I’m blinded by the sensation of him pounding his cock in time to the contractions. I notice his balls aren’t low or touching me. They’re tight and hard, readying to come. Half of me is praying that he does. It means we might work together. The other half is, well, fucking turned on and still coming.
I dig my fingertips into his shoulders and then it happens. He groans. The entire weight of his large, muscled body pushes into me, and he comes. I feel his liquid heat pouring into me, my body too small to take it all. It’s erotic, it’s messy, but it’s real life. My eyes tear from the sheer intensity—physical and emotional.
He rests his head on my chest, panting for several long, delicious moments. “I hope you enjoyed it.”
I try to catch my breath to form coherent words. “Yeah. I did.”
“Good. Because I don’t know if I’m ever going to let you out of my sight.”
I smile softly. “Oh really?”
“A woman like you isn’t easy to find.”
I grin and kiss the top of his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Great,” he says softly, his head still resting on my chest, “because if I could have my own wish, it would be to spend the rest of my life with someone like you.”
I wrap my arms around him and squeeze, knowing that I’m falling and falling hard. I’m just glad we’re doing it together. “I like that wish. It’s a good one.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“So? How’d it go?” Olivia asks over the phone the next morning.
Marus is still asleep in the bedroom, looking like a prince straight from a dream, but I woke up early, too excited about last night. “It went really well,” I whisper, cupping my hand over my mouth.
“So what happens next?”
“I don’t know, but we’re in a good place. I mean, there’s still a lot to work out, but I’m happy. Really happy.”
“So you’re sure you want him, even if you don’t know everything that went down at that lake?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re going to help him deliver wishes and be his sidekick?”
“I’m not trading my life for his, but I don’t mind helping him. It’s a rush, Vi. I love it.”
“Well, I love you, Ginnie. I really, really love you. And I’ll be here no matter what, even if this is the craziest thing you’ve ever done.”
“Thank you, Olivia. I needed to hear that.”
“Hear what?” says a deep sexy voice behind me.
“Gotta go, Vi. Call you later.” I end the call and turn to face the Adonis standing in the bedroom doorway, wearing only his black boxers.
“More of you and your supreme fucking.”
He rocks his head from side to side. “Well, if you’re really in need…”
I watch as a very sexy tent forms in his underwear.
Dear God. How am I ever going to resist this guy? Sexy. Smart. Damaged. Into me. There’s not much more I could ask for. Well, except to find a way to fix him? I know he doesn’t want that, but sooner or later, something’s got to give, and I want to be there for him when that happens. But I need to know what I’m dealing with first, which will take patience and time.