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Arran watched, his jaw slack and his gaze glued to the apex of my thighs.
When I’d managed a couple of inches, he took over and slid it out of me, throwing it to the floor. Then he slid his half-hard dick back inside, settling down to hold me close.
“I want to fucking live inside you.”
I wanted to agree, talk, work out all the things that needed to be fixed. My missing father, Cherry’s death, the fact I knew the child Arran sought.
With the flickering candlelight and intense exhaustion, I passed out.
Chapter 28
Arran
In my arms, Genevieve slept. I’d drifted but not fallen unconscious, my dick still inside her keeping me awake. It thickened all the more, and I slowly drew out of her then back in. No rush or hurry, just feeling.
She had my cum inside her. I only wanted to add more.
We rested on the pillows, almost face to face, her head a little lower than mine, and I shifted back so I had a view down her body, the dancing candlelight revealing the place we were joined. With my knuckle, I caressed her cheek, down her throat then palmed her breast. Genevieve was a knockout. Perfect.Mine.
It made me want to ruin her, or lock her away.
Keep her for certain.
Continuing on, I spread my fingers over her pussy, spearing them around my dick. The wetness we’d created earlier dampened my fingers, and I thrust again, keeping it slow so she didn’t wake, though this time, it felt suspiciously like I wanted her to rest rather than not join in.
Genevieve sighed in her sleep. I kept up my roll in and out of her tight channel. Now I’d done this once, the whole deal, I was addicted. Far beyond where the past week had taken me.
Fucking her slowly, I focused on the feeling of being in her, connected to her, her pussy swallowing my dick just like she’d taken all the shit I’d gathered from around my apartment.
Every single dick-shaped thing I owned or bought was going in her cunt at some point. A permanent reminder of my obsession.
I hardened even more and bit back a groan. Then Genevieve bucked against me, a soft sound of pleasure leaving her lips.
Her eyes opened, and she reached for me. Kissed me.
I seated myself deep inside her then grabbed her ass and lifted, swinging us both from the bed. Carrying her to the window, I pushed her against the glass and fucked into her, then dropped her legs, spun her around, and drove back in, her naked body flush to the cool panes and me behind her. Beneath us, the streets were almost empty, the few remaining clubgoers staggering home in dribs and drabs, the faint line of silver in the sky announcing the approaching dawn.
“This city will know you’re my woman.” I fucked her harder.
She reached for my hip, her other arm bracing the window. I found her clit and caressed her, needing to feel her throbs because I was half awake and focused on coming in her without delay.
Working her with nothing hiding my actions from anyone looking up, I sped up until I was fucking her in a fury, mindless. She cursed and grabbed my wrist, clamping down on me ina way that had me seeing fucking stars. Feeling her orgasms destroyed me. I allowed my body to take over, gave a few more punishing thrusts, and came.
Slamming, damning, conviction.
Ragged breaths and desperation.
Pure, unbeatable pleasure.
Keeping her clamped to me, I returned us to the bed, not wanting to let go. On the sheets, I still didn’t release her, curling around her back. I touched where we were joined because my dick never softened around this woman, and got my fingers wet again. Took them to her lips.
“Suck.”
Genevieve held my gaze and opened her mouth. I drove my arousal-coated fingers over her tongue. She sucked them, her eyelids fluttering closed.
Then we stayed like that for minutes, her light sucking on my fingers and my dick buried deep the strangest form of relaxation.
Eventually, she bit the pad of my finger, and I drew my hand away.