Page 120 of Five Days to Be Mine

He kisses me and lowers me to the bed.

“The bed feels good.”

He flops down beside me, making the pillows bounce.

“Yeah. But I promised you a reward, princess. I will never break a promise to you. You're my Valentine today and always.”

My throat closes up, I blink away tears. I know he means every word.

My heart beats like a steel drum.

I want to reach for him, to say something back that equals the magnitude of his declaration, but I’m too overwhelmed by the pure emotion that grips me.

“Sweet Mara.” He braces himself over me, stares into my eyes and I turn my head, to escape his intensity.

I clench my hands at my side and swallow. What he feels, I feel it too.

There has never been a man where I have felt so comfortable being naked in front of.

Where I have felt free to share my thoughts and emotions with.

Where I know admitting my kinks isn’t going to be met with a look of disgust but a wicked smile.

He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

It sets off a wave of need and a fresh pool of liquid between my legs.

His hot mouth is sealed around my nipple.

He sucks and laps. I squirm under him, almost ready to come right this instant.

He switches breasts, his dark stare never leaving mine.

He flicks his tongue against my nipple and just as I'm settling into that sensation, he lifts his head, and drops a trail of kisses along my stomach, gently across my folds, down to between my legs.

“Evan!” My hands are on his head as he licks my pussy, long and slow, as if we have all the time in the world. But I want what he’s offering.

Even if it makes me selfish, I want all that he’s offering.

I press his head down, urging him on.

His soft chuckle sends a fluttering vibration through my whole body.

I am so primed, that it only takes one more flick of his tongue, and I am sent soaring into an orgasm so strong, I feel like I am floating.

His mouth hasn’t moved, and he’s sucking my clit, his tongue moving so quickly, I am trying to catch my breath but before I can, another orgasm ripples through me, I drop my grasp from his hair and lay back, closing my eyes in the sea of hot pleasure rolling through me.

“Good girl, Mara.” He gently covers me with a blanket and slips in beside me, laying his head on my shoulder.

“You don’t know everything about me,” my voice breaks.

“I know that you don’t like mushrooms.” He kisses my chin. “I know that you are a talented floral designer.” He kisses my lips. “I know that you are grumpy without your coffee in the morning.”

“Am not.” I laugh, the protest ringing hollow.

“I know that you love your friends and family. I know that you work hard and you don’t trust easily. I know that you have the bluest eyes I've ever seen.” He laces his fingers through mine, bringing our joined hands to his lips. “And I know I'm going to spend the rest of my life learning what I don't know about you. You are mine, Mara.”

I want to deny it, but I can't.

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