Page 33 of Boards & Betrayal

"Ally," I whispered against her lips, unable to find words that matched what I felt inside.

Her fingers traced lines down my chest as if memorizing every inch of me. Her touch sent shivers through me, heightening every sensation until all I could think about was how much I wanted—needed—her.

The world outside ceased to exist as we lost ourselves in each other once more.

I kissed her skin, my lips trailing down the curve of her neck to her collarbone. Each kiss was a silent apology, a wordless promise that I could never fully articulate. My hands moved with a purpose, mapping every inch of her body as if I needed to memorize it all over again.

My mouth found her breast, and I suckled gently, feeling the soft rise and fall of her chest beneath me. Her fingers threaded through my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn't get enough. I took my time, savoring the taste and texture of her skin.

With one hand, I reached down to tug at the waistband of her underwear. It slipped down easily, revealing more of her to my touch. My fingers brushed against the soft folds of her sex, already wet with anticipation. A shiver ran through her, and she let out a soft moan that only fueled my desire further.

She spread her legs wider, giving me better access. The trust in that simple act made my heart ache in a way I hadn't expected. My fingers explored her gently at first, then with increasing pressure as I found the rhythm that made her breath hitch and body arch against mine.

Every movement felt like an affirmation of everything we'd been denying ourselves for so long. And in that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection we shared.

My hands roamed over her body, fingers tracing every inch of her skin as if I needed to memorize it all over again.

"Ally," I murmured against her neck, my breath hot against her skin. "Has anyone else touched you like this since... since us?"

She shivered beneath me, her fingers threading through my hair as if she needed something to hold onto. "Why does it matter?"

I pulled back slightly, my eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that surprised even me. "It matters because I need to know," I said, my voice rough and insistent. "I need to know if anyone else has been with you."

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't look away. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling with want. With fucking need. "No one else."

A fierce possessiveness surged through me at her words. I kissed her again, harder this time, my lips demanding and urgent. "Good," I growled against her mouth. "Because you're mine, Ally. No one else gets to have you."

She moaned softly, her body arching against mine in response to the intensity of my touch. My hands moved with purpose now, fingers sliding between her legs and finding the wet heat there. She gasped, clutching at my shoulders as I teased her with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Say it," I demanded, my voice low and commanding. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure overtook her.

I quickened my pace, fingers moving in and out of her with a rhythm that had her writhing beneath me. "Say it again," I ordered, needing to hear the words from her lips.

"I'm yours," she repeated, louder this time, a desperate edge to her voice.

"That's right," I said fiercely, my free hand gripping her hip as if anchoring myself to the reality of this moment. "You're mine, Ally. Always. No matter what."

Her body trembled with each touch, each whispered word of possession that fell from my lips. And in that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection we shared—the fierce desire that bound us together in a way neither of us could deny.

I continued to touch her, every movement a reminder of what we had and what I refused to let go of.

She climaxed, her body shuddering beneath me as she cried out my name. The sound of it, raw and unfiltered, sent a jolt of pride through me. Her eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream as waves of pleasure rolled over her. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, gripping me like I was the only thing keeping her tethered to this world.

I watched every nuance of her release—the way her chest heaved with each ragged breath, the way her legs trembled and tightened around me. Her vulnerability in that moment was a beautiful contradiction to the strength I knew she possessed. It was like seeing a side of her no one else ever had, a privilege I didn’t take lightly.

Slowly, I pulled my hand away from her, feeling the slickness of her arousal on my fingers. Without breaking eye contact, I brought my hand to my mouth and tasted her. The act was primal, possessive—an unspoken declaration that she was mine in every possible way.

The taste of her only fueled my desire further. I felt like I was on fire, every nerve ending alive with need. There was no turning back now; I was too far gone.

"Thomas," she whispered, her voice still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mixture of awe and lingering desire.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that conveyed everything words couldn’t. My need for her was insatiable, consuming every rational thought until all that remained was the urge to claim her completely.

Every touch, every kiss felt like an affirmation of our connection—a connection I knew I couldn't walk away from even if I tried. And as I lost myself in the feel and taste of her, one thing became crystal clear: she owned me just as much as I owned her.

Chapter 11

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