Page 81 of Whiteout

“You, baby,” she cried, her fingers reaching for her clit. “Only you.”

That’s right.

Ian tossed the stick, then lifting her into his arms, he carried her up the stairs.

It came out of nowhere. This urgency inside him. A primitive need to claim her, mark her, make her his, and only his, in every conceivable way.

Ian carried her to his room and laid her down atop soft linen sheets. He took the boots off her feet, then the tights that were caught around her knees, before lifting the hem of the cable-knit dress and sliding it over her head. Bathed in moonlight, Breanna looked up at him with an expression on her face he could only describe as beatific.

And with his gaze never leaving hers, he rid himself of his clothes.

Gathering her in his arms, he placed a tender kiss on her lips. The urgent need growing ever stronger, Ian couldn’t hold back, and knowing his princess, she wouldn’t want him to.

Fingertips skating down her spine, he deepened their kiss. They traversed across her hip, up her side, and down again. Her movements matched his own. Soft hands roaming over his skin, Breanna pressed him closer to her.

Wet between her thighs, Ian ran his fingers through her folds. He dipped two inside her tight, hot cunt, his thumb pressing hard into her clit, and Breanna whimpered.

“Yes, yes, yes…baby…please…fuck me.” She held onto his wrist and spread her legs wider. “Make it hurt.”

“Want my fist?” he asked, shoving four fingers inside her.

“God…that feels so good.” Her hips lifted off the bed. “More.”

He did as she asked. Fucking her with his fingers, he rubbed her clit. Cum squirting from her hole, he tucked his thumb against his palm and pushed his way inside. “Look, baby. I got all of me in you this time.”

Her thighs shaking, tears streaming down her face, Breanna glanced down to see his hand was inside her, up to his wrist. “I fucking love you, Sinjin.”

“And I love you so fucking much.” Her pussy clamping down on his hand, he carefully turned his wrist from side to side. “Is this okay, baby? Am I making you feel good?”

“God…yes,” she moaned, her fingers seeking her clit. “I’m gonna come.”

“You will not scream. I’m going to make you forget how to breathe.” And ruining her pussy with his fist, he licked the cum from her fingers on her clit.

Ian lay beside her after, rubbing her cum into her skin, trailing it up the split of her ass, kissing every inch of skin his lips could reach. Breanna embodied everything he ever wanted in a partner, in bed and out. She was it for him. He thanked Fate, the universe, the mountain—whatever put her in his path that day. God, he never realized he could love someone as intensely as he loved her.

Languidly, and it felt like heaven, she stroked his aching dick. “I need everything, Sinjin, and I can take it. Promise you won’t ever go easy with me.”

His baby liked it rough, and that’s the way he knew how to give it. Tender kisses. Hard fucking.

“Never.”

Kissing his pec, Breanna whispered, “I’m brave enough now.”

Brave enough?

His fingers continued their strumming. “What is it, my dirty girl?”

“I love that.” Tipping her head back, she glanced up at him.

“What?”

“That I’m your dirty girl.” And she squeezed his cock. “Fuck my ass, baby. Please, I want you to.”

His finger slipped inside her unfucked hole.

Breanna mewled.

Ian rolled her onto her tummy, and rubbing the globes of her ass, he parted them.

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