Page 34 of Kiss of Smoke

He whispered my name over and over, his breath hot against my neck.

His lips were on my ear, his breath coming in ragged gasps, “I'm so close, Briallen.”

I moaned, my nails clawing at his back. My pussy was so wet, so close to coming.

“Fuck, you feel so good."

“Come for me now,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want to feel it."

With a loud gasp, my fingers dug into his shoulders. My pussy clenched around him, hard and tight.

My pulse pounded in my ears, and I moaned loudly as the orgasm hit me. I screamed in pleasure, feeling my body tense against his.

I was in heaven.

Every muscle in my body was tight, and I was shaking against him.

He thrust deep inside me once more, his fingers digging into my ass, and then he groaned. His cock pulsed inside me, and he thrust a few more times before he relaxed against me.

I was covered in a sheen of sweat, and he kissed me gently, then rolled off me. He lay on his side, taking me in his arms.

We were both breathing hard, and I couldn't get enough air in my lungs.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“That was amazing," I finally said, taking a deep gulp of air.

“You’reamazing," he said, his voice low. He kissed the side of my neck before letting out a sigh. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

I poked him in the side with a laugh. “Yeah, right. I’ve wanted to do that since, like, day one.”

“No way, I wanted this first. I bought you a muffin.”

“True,” I conceded, snuggling against him so that every part of us was aligned. I made for a great little spoon.

We laid there in silence for a few minutes, just listening to the sound of the rain. Then I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Gwyn, I . . .”

He turned to me, his eyes lighting up. I loved the way the garnet color flashed like rubies in the dark.

“I love you,” I said, the words so soft I wasn't sure he heard.

But of course he had, and he didn’t waste any time in making it obvious he felt the same. After all he’d given up just to be with me, I was happy to have a full and open confession.

“I love you too,” he said, kissing me. “I don't want this night to end.”

“Me neither,” I said, shivering in pleasure.

“So there’s an easy solution.” He ran his fingers over my side, tickling me, then pulled me in close and cupped my breast. “We do this every night. I might even share, sometimes.”

I let out a snort. “You’d better, or there’s gonna be a riot.”

Gwyn grumbled as his eyes grew droopy with sleep. “Fine, fine. They can have Saturdays.”

Soon he was dead asleep, and I pulled his arm around me and let dreams take me, too.

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