Page 138 of Wicked & Wildflower

We let out a simultaneous moan at the joining of our bodies.

“Soul,” I rasp, rocking her against me again. “I love you, Dahlia.”

Wildflower

“I love you, Dahlia.” His voice is rough and raw, eyes wild as he watches me ride him. Sensation soars through my body, sparks lighting along my skin as I move atop him, feeling him so deeply inside me that he may just be woven into the fabric of my being.

His name written across my soul.

I drop my face, pressing our foreheads together. Sharing breath, I watch his eyes flare with every meeting of our flesh. He tightens his hold on my hips, snaking a hand around my backside to grasp my ass and move me faster.

“Fuck me like you own me, Dahlia,” he whimpers into my mouth. “Because you do.”

I move quicker, and he lifts his hips to meet my thrusts, the sound of our joining echoing through the silent space, only accented by our rapid breathing and whispered words. Pleasure coils in my center, growing taut and tight, heat building and begging to break.

“I love you,” he repeats, lips moving against mine. “I love you so loud. I love you permanently.” His mouth moves along myjaw. “I love you all the time.” Peppering kisses along my neck, I feel the sensation—our connection—from the place his mouth rests to the very tips of my toes and back up again. Stars dance behind my vision as I near that peak. “You’re tattooed across my chest, etched into my bones,” he whispers. “You’ve unraveled me, and…” His words have me spiraling toward release, my hips moving on their own accord, forcing us faster and harder and more powerful. “And…fuck. I love you. I love you.”

Those words—his voice, and his hands, and his touch—have my climax ripping through me. My head falls back, baring my neck to him as he latches onto it. I cry out his name, feeling my body tighten and break atop him. My release floods from me, fireworks exploding in my mind and blurring my vision, my body clinging to him as I ride it out, feeling every piece of my soul fracture and piece itself back together.

“I love you, Everett.” The words fly from my mouth on a moan.

Words I’ve rarely said before and never felt the way they do at this moment. They’ve been something I've always deemed impossible to say, but now, they come out effortlessly. I wonder if love has only ever felt unreachable because I was saving it all for him.

“Dahlia,” he pants, eyes flying open. I feel him pulsate inside me, chest heaving as he looks at me with an infinity of emotion behind his amber eyes. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” I whisper, rolling my hips and kissing his jaw.

“Fuck.” He thrusts up into me, cock twitching and sending a tremor through my core. “Baby, I’m going to—”

“Come inside me,” I beg, grinding down onto him and removing any semblance of space between our bodies. “Please, Everett. I need to feel you.”

He grips my hips hard enough to bruise, eyes on mine. I watch his throat move as a moan tears through it, his cock swelling andpulsing once more before a soft groan leaves his lips. Warmth floods my body, filling me up with the final throb of his release.

Our chests press together, heartbeats pounding like twin drums. He holds my face, smiling up at me with deep, raw, all-consuming love in his gaze, and I can only hope I’m looking at him the same.

He wraps a hand around my neck, pulling me into him and kissing me hard. Grasping my waist with his other arm, he holds me tightly as he flips us over so I lay on my back. We both groan as he slowly pulls out, sitting on his knees in front of me with his gaze glued between my legs.

He licks his lips, brushing his hand across my leg to the apex of my thighs. I shiver at his touch as he dips a finger inside me, stuffing me back full of the release that began to leak out. “That’s beautiful,” he whispers, shaking his head. “Fuck. I love the look of that.”

Butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I’m pounding with arousal once more.

“Do…do you want kids?” I find myself blurting.

His eyes snap to mine, and with the utmost seriousness, he asks, “Do you mean more kids?”

“Yeah,” I respond breathlessly, my heart flying out of my chest. “More kids.”

He nods, eyes dark and hazed with passion and fervor. “With you, yes.” Swiping a finger through my center again and smearing his release between my legs, he asks, “Do you?”

“Yes,” I say immediately. “I always have. I always wanted her to have siblings. I know at this point…she’s so much older, it won’t be like what I had with mine but…I’d like to give her someone.”

Everett smiles, laying down beside me and wrapping me into his arms. My head falls into his chest, right over the tattoo hegot for me. Forus. Emotion pricks at my eyes again as I nuzzle against him, savoring his warmth.

“Then we’ll give her someone. Multiple someones.” His thumb moves in soothing circles along the bare skin of my shoulder, and he plants a kiss into my hair. “But you two will need to move in first, of course.”

“What?” I gasp, lifting onto my elbow to look at him.

“Move in with me, Wildflower.” He flashes me his wicked grin. “You keep talking about how you need to find a place, and I’ve got one. She’ll have her own room, a backyard to play in.” His eyes are pleading and hopeful, and he lifts his chin to brush his mouth along my jaw. “We know we're end game. We know we’re a family. Don’t make me go another goddamn night without having you in my bed. Please.”

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