Page 21 of It Must Be Fate

She blushes prettily. “I was dreaming about you. You were beneath the covers and between my legs. It felt so real.” Her lips twist in a disappointed moue. “He woke me up before you could finish. Or rather, beforeIcould finish.”

Well, well, well. Her dreams are decidedly more X-rated than mine. I love that we’re as equally obsessed with each other, so much so that sleeping next to one another isn’t enough, we have to fully inhabit the other’s dreams as well.

Gripping her hair with my free hand, I use it to tug her head back, opening her throat up to me. She moans loudly when I run my tongue from the base of her neck, up her throat and over the underside of her jaw until I reach her lips.

I hover over her mouth for long seconds. She makes a discontented noise when I keep her from closing the distance.

“I’m here to make your dreams a reality.”

“Best boyfriend ever,” she says with a happy sigh, her eyes closed and a giddy smile stretching her lips.

I stare at her for a few seconds longer because I can never get enough, no matter how much I look. Only when it feels like I physically can’t pull in a breath from how my love for her is suffocating me do I finally close the gap and kiss her.

It’s sweet, at first, and then it’s passionate and needy. I grab her shorts and push them off her hips, then I throw her on our bed. She shivers when her back hits the wet sheets, but I ignore it. I’ll have her body hot enough to burn a hole through the mattress in about thirty seconds anyway.

“Spread your legs,” I order.

Her gaze sparks, her eyes heating at the hungry tone she recognizes in my voice. She does as I ask and I step between them, my hands coming to rest on either one of her knees. They move to the sides of her thighs, softly caressing her as I drop my gaze down to her now wet folds.

A strangled groan leaves my lips as I stare at her perfect pussy.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I brush my thumb down her slit and she whimpers.

“Mark my words,” I growl, voice hoarse with lust. “I’m going to be the first to put a baby in here.”

“Oh, god,” she answers tremulously.

“‘Oh, god’, yes?” I question. “Think about it—little mini mes and yous running around, calling me Daddy.”

She swallows and arches into my touch, her back bowing off the bed.

“Our very own little soccer prodigies,” she mutters feverishly.

I bend over her body, my fingers continuing to stroke her clit. “We’re going to have to agree to call it football. I won’t have my children referring to it as ‘soccer’.”

“Convince me,” she orders on a gasp.

A smirk pulls at my lips.

“My pleasure, Silver.” I drop a quick kiss on her mouth and then get on my knees between her legs. I run my tongue from her entrance up and suction her clit into my mouth.

She shrieks when she feels my lips close around the sensitive peak. I smack the inside of her thigh punishingly then grin up at her from between her legs, my mouth hovering just above her folds.

“Quiet while Daddy eats his breakfast,” I order.

Her mouth parts in a combination of shock and arousal and I dip back between her legs, eating her out until I put forth a winning argument by making her come to a screaming orgasm.

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Four years after graduation

Chapter Seven

Rogue

Bellamy parks the car in front of Phoenix’s house and turns towards me. She leans across the console, wraps her hand around my nape and kisses me.

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