Page 55 of Infinitely Mine

“Hold onto something and prepare to be fucked.”

Jesus. Christ.

He didn’t lie, either.

I grabbed the sheets as he thrusted hard and rode me into the bed. I got the best fucking of my life and came hard. Three times. He still hadn’t come.

His thumb brushed my swollen clit, and I cried out. “I can’t do it again.”

“You can. You will. Come, and I will join you.”

I surrendered to him, letting my body feel every inch of his cock and how he filled me, knocking his thumb away to play with my clit and rub tight circles into the nubbin.

His dark laugh vibrated my core, and I clenched my pussy.

He stilled. “Do it again.”

I clenched again, squeezing him hard.

His eyes rolled back in his head. He shuddered and then picked up the pace again, driving me deep into the mattress.

Sweat drenched my body and pooled between my breasts. He lowered his head and licked, trailing that rough, skilled tongue over my chest, nipples, and the hollow of my throat without ever breaking stride.

He plunged, stroking deep, and brought me to completion as I screamed his name. First, Helkin. Second, Waylen.

I didn’t sense that it bothered him.

After a few more strokes, he threw back his head and roared, spilling into me as his pelvis rutted into mine. We rubbed against one another for at least a full minute, riding the wave of pleasure.

He collapsed and dropped his mouth to mine, kissing me with an open mouth and tangling our tongues. Our breaths mingled as if we shared one set of lungs, panting until our hearts didn’t pound the same frantic beats.

His body moved down mine, and he circled my waist with his arms, resting his cheek over my belly. “This is where love blossoms.”

My womb? “Yes.”

“I want my seed to take root.”

“Is that possible?”

“It is.”

“Are you asking if I want more kids?”

“I am.”

“With you? Yes. I’ll have your baby.”

He turned and kissed my stomach. “Then I will fill you every night until it happens.”

“And when it does?”

He met my gaze with a wink. “I’ll still fill you every night.”

“I bet you will.”

“I have something to ask you.”

“You do?”