Page 28 of One Night Only

The creamy streak on her bow-shaped lips is like a freight train coming for me.

“I read this in a faerie smut novel. The hero paints the heroine’s lips with his cum.” She parts her lips, the siren, even as her wrist jerks me off faster. “Should I lick it off, Dr. Cross?”

“Christ, yes, Lick it off. You better like the taste of me, Ani. Because you’re getting the full load next time.”

She licks her lower lip, hums, and smacks her lips.

I stretch her tight sheath with another finger and then hook them inside her until I hit her G-spot. Her eyes nearly roll back in her head as I hit the spongy tissue over and over. A long, rough moan hurtles out of her and pings over me.

We explode together to the background score of a particularly vicious bout of lightning. Pale blue light spills into the room, casting an otherworldly glow over our half-naked bodies, followed by a boom of thunder.

Our lips meet as our backs bend and arch toward each other.

Annika comes with a soft scream, a gush of liquid drenching my fingers.

I cover her hand on my cock with mine and aim at her lower belly at the last second. My orgasm nearly breaks me with its force. Milky white ropes spurt over her pussy, dripping down to my fingers still lodged deep inside her.

I pull out and Ani grimaces. Possessiveness has me in a choke hold as I grab strings of my cum and push my fingers back into her pussy wordlessly. I don’t know who I am with her, and I don’t care. I just want to brand every inch of her until the world knows she’s mine.

She looks at my fingers, then back at me. Her breath is still choppy as she says, “There’s someone else under all that polish. Eh, Dr. Cross?”

I shrug. “Only you bring it out in me.”

Her eyes gleam. “Who won in our contest? Because I can’t remember—”

I pull her to me roughly. Sweaty and desperate, our tongues meet and rub and glide. I’m still shaking as we pull back and study each other. She looks so beautiful that my heart stutters.

The phrase “love at first sight” rattles at the back of my head. It’s not that I don’t believe it could happen. Just not for me. Not after all this time.

“It’s possible that we could both win, sweetheart. Every single time.”

I don’t know if she understands me. She buries her face in my neck and clings to me. Sudden tremors overtake her slender body. I throw my arm and leg over her, gather her to me, and hold her tight.

I croon to her and kiss her temple as a heartbreaking sob bursts out of her.

Chapter Fourteen

Annika

There are lingeringbursts of light sparkling behind my eyes as I try to catch my breath. My heart pounds against my ribcage and in my ears and in my throat. As if it has multiplied under Dr. Cross’s expert ministrations.

I open my eyes, and the ceiling feels like it’s tilting. Not in a dizzying way, but in a slow, dreamy sway. As if the entire world is shifting and reshaping itself to better suit this new me.

The recessed lighting catches the subtle gold accents along the walls, making everything look just a little too decadent. Even the whisper of the Egyptian cotton feels too much on my sensitized skin.

And then there’s Dr. Cross, holding me as if I’m precious. His grip is firm around me, as if he knows to anchor me here, but his whispers against my temple are gentle mutterings. His scent—already familiar—fills my lungs. It’s almost as if he understands me better than I do myself, and that’s something I don’t want to examine too closely.

I didn’t feel the tears until they were already slipping hot and silent down my temples.

It’s all these feelings flowing through me—terrifying, overwhelming, and wonderful—that make it all so different. So adult, even.

I foolishly assumed that pleasure is supposed to feel like an electric shock, something brief and blinding. Something that’s given to you by someone in flashy snatches for one moment. But this hits differently.

This is a slow burn, an unspooling, like a thousand tiny cracks finally breaking open at once. This is a building of mutual pleasure, the sum more than the individual parts.

I never tasted pleasure like this before.

With Rebecca, I was only nineteen and bamboozled by her beauty and her brains.

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