Page 196 of Devious Lies (Cruel Crown)
“What does it mean?”
“The act of loving the one who loves you. A love returned in full.” She drew her bottom lip between her front teeth and turned away.
I know what you are, and it’s not the storm or the clouds.
I lifted her, locked her legs around my waist, and positioned myself at her core. “I’m going to fuck the last asshole out of your system. And I’ll ruin every other asshole for you. Nothing will compare.”
Her nails dented my shoulders, and she laughed. Goddamn laughed. “You. You are the last asshole inside me.”
Fuck.
“Good.”
I sunk into her, fucking mind-blown over how different she felt.
Her pussy hugged my cock, quaking around me with each thrust.
I fucked her like it was the last time I’d ever do it.
And it probably was.
The second she discovered the lie, she'd never forgive me. If this was the last time, I’d make it feel like forever. I didn't want the before or even the after. I wanted the during, the part of us I chased each second.
I thrust again, faster this time.
She begged me for more, her fingers leaving grooves in my skin. The heat of the pool warmed us, but the storm above cascaded in unforgivable tides. It was messy, and savage, and too fucking good.
Thrust.
“Nash.” The rain drowned her cries, but I heard how much she needed me, felt it as her walls shook around me. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
Something built in my throat when she licked my scar and ran her fingertips along the others.
I thrust harder, creating our own waves to battle the ocean’s.
She moaned into my ear, but the storm above us and between us swallowed the symphony. I should have slowed down, savored this, created a memory of it, but my body had different ideas. It hunted an elusive feeling I couldn't name.
Thrust.
I barely made out her words, “Do I feel as perfect as you feel?”
I realized how monumental it was for the girl who never used the word perfect to use it to describe me.
“Better.” Thrust. “Lagom.” She clenched at the word. Curses flew out of my mouth. I grazed her jaw. “Just fucking right.”
My fingers dug into her ass. I reached between us and rubbed her clit, loving the way I heard her scream above the storm. My hands gripped her waist, and I slammed her down on me.
Again.
And again.
And again.
And a-fucking-gain.
I was ready to explode inside her, but I whispered words against her temple, doubting she heard them above the storm and her ecstasy, “Moira.”
Thrust.
