Page 95 of Glamour & Gumballs

My body clenched around his cock, but he didn’t budge.

I put my hands on his face. “I chose you, Rhett. I want you. I’m not throwing the ring, and I’m not leaving. You’re stuck with me.”

He kissed me hard.

Rough.

Burying his hands in my hair, he tilted my head back, opening me up as his tongue worked mine.

I gasped against his mouth as his cock swelled inside me, so thick I wasn’t sure I could move on it at all. I was soaked, but he was?—

“Shit,” I choked out, opening my eyes as his wings spread out behind him. They were pressed against the couch, but the intensity in his eyes said he didn’t care.

I lifted a hand to one of the horns on his head, and he gritted his teeth, throbbing hard inside me.

I needed more.

I needed him.

Permanently.

I wasn’t going to let him fade. I needed him, and wanted him, and hell, maybe even loved him. I couldn’t let him go.

So I finally let the words out. “I’m yours, Rhetti.”

His eyes burned me. “Are you sure?”

I reached for his wing with my free hand, trailing it toward the outside, where he’d never let me touch because it was too sensitive.

He gritted his jaw, his gaze flooded with the need he was fighting.

“Positive. I’m yours, whether you want me or?—”

“I want you. I always want you. I’m yours, Chaos.”

He thrust into me, and a scream of pleasure tore through my lungs as fire raced through my veins and down my spine. We came together, and a foreign weight settled on my shoulders. I leaned against his chest, panting as I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold myself up.

“I have wings now?”

“You do. They match mine.”

So they were the same as the gorgeous, colorless appendages on his back.

Something inside me settled at the clear evidence that he belonged to me and I belonged to him. I hadn’t seen them, but they were a marking that no one could erase.

He tipped my head back, lowering his lips to mine and kissing me lightly.

Slowly.

Deeply.

I kissed him back, until his fingertips brushed the top curve of one of my wings. The touch was so light, I should’ve barely felt it, but the sensation was insane.

My hips jerked violently, my teeth cutting into Rhett’s lip as the orgasm tore through me like electricity.

“Sorry—I’m sorry, I—Rhett!” My shriek accompanied another arch of my hips, my body way too responsive to the pressure against my wing.

When I lifted my head, sucking in deep breaths as I tried to recover, I found him grinning wickedly.

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