Page 158 of The Pact
“If you mean everything you just said,” I say, my voice deep, making her breath hitch, “then this is it, Presley. There’s never going to be anyone else for me. I am yours until they put me in the ground. So, you’d better be sure because if you mean it, I’m never letting you go. I will fight the whole world to keep you right here.”
“I’m sure,” she says, a laugh breaking through her tears. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
I don’t wait. I crush my mouth against hers. It’s not gentle. It’s desperate and passionate, a seal on the vow we just made. It tastes like salt from her tears and mint from the Oreos she probably ate while making the tower. And it tastes like a thousand tomorrows.
The kitchen suddenly feels too small for the fire we’ve started. So, I break the kiss long enough to sweep her into my arms, carrying her through the darkened house to the family room.
I set her down, and for a moment we just stand there, facing each other in the glow of the room.
There’s no rush tonight. We take our time undressing, our eyes locked on each other. I watch her shed her clothes, her body bared to me inch by inch. When it’s my turn, she watches me, her hands coming up to run over the scars on my shoulders and the hard lines of my abs.
“I’ll never get over how beautiful you are,” she whispers, her palms hot against my skin.
“I’m yours,” I remind her.
I move over to the couch, the one where we’ve spent so many nights watching our favorite Marvel movies and shows, where we’ve lounged with the kids and laughed as a family.
“Wait,” she says, firmly.
I pause, halfway to sitting my bare ass down on the leather. “What?”
“We have kids who sit here, Saint,” she says, a small smirk playing on her lips as she grabs a throw blanket hanging over the back of the couch. She spreads it over the cushions smoothly. “I’m washing this tomorrow. I don’t need Rhyan asking why the couch is sticky.”
I bark out a laugh. “Always thinking, huh?”
“Always,” she says, stepping toward me.
I sit down on the blanketed couch, my legs spread, and she steps between them. I grab her waist and guide her to straddle me, positioning my cock at her entrance.
She lowers herself, agonizingly slow, her eyes never leaving mine.
I let out a low groan as she takes all of me. The fit so perfect.
“I love you,” she whispers, her voice raspy as she begins to move torturously slow, that makes my vision swim. Her arms wind around my neck, and she holds the back of my head, while she looks me in the eyes.“I love you so much, Saint.”
“And I love you, Presley,” I say, my hands roaming over her chest, her breasts, then around to her back, pulling her close. I can feel her nipples brushing my chest when she moves. “Always.”
The pace is languid, but I’m buried to the hilt, and the way she’s rubbing her pussy against me, right on my pubic bone, I can tell it won’t take long for either of us to come.
It’s erotic and sexy, and I want to devour every inch of her, but it’s the emotion that makes me feel like we’re one. Every movement a declaration. Every gasp a promise. A rhythm that’s ours alone. And the heat building has everything to do with the people we’ve become together.
I take her by the neck, then tilt my head, my mouth covering hers possessively. Every slide of her tongue against mine feels like velvet, sending a jolt of electricity right to my dick. It’s not just a kiss. It’s every word I couldn’t say for the last two weeks. Every fear I had of losing her.
I groan low in my throat, the sound wrecked as I pull her flush against me. My other hand slides down to the small of her back, splaying wide to anchor her to me. I can feel when she melts into me, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps that I swallow whole.
The kiss turns hungrier, the closer we get to orgasm. I suck on her lower lip, my teeth grazing as I pull back, drawing a moan from her. And I dive back in for more. It’s hot and slick.
When I feel her rhythm start to increase, I press our foreheads together. I can see the shimmer of her eyes, her swollen lips, damp from my mouth.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, my own breathing becoming jagged. “Roll your hips, take everything you need.”
I slide a hand between us and rub my fingers in a circle on her clit, and her body jerks like the sensation is almost too much to bear.
My free hand moves to her face, cupping her cheek, and I lean in to kiss her again, matching the rhythm of her pussy sliding up and down my cock.
When she starts to come, I can’t hold back. I move both of my hands to her hips, thrusting hard and deep inside her. Her nails dig into my shoulders to hold on, and fuck me if that doesn’t drive me wild.
My cock erupts so hard, I feel like I might actually pass out.
