Page 113 of Point of No Return

I grin when she inhales too fast, her palms flattening on my chest as she feels just how hard I am for her. “I’m naked and in your bed… and you’re thinking about sleeping right now?”

My teeth sink into the curve of her neck, nipping her for that goddamn mouth that makes me hard every single time. Her head falls back, baring her to me fully, hair dangling over my hands.

“Keep provoking me and see what happens.”

She smiles as she leans forward again. Her mouth trails kiss after kiss across the tattoos on my throat, and I’m helpless to her assault. She could do any goddamn thing to me, and I’d beg for it.

“What if…” she teases me again by reaching down and grasping my length in her palm. She strokes me once, twice. “I told you that I want you?”

Hearing her say the words makes something burn inside me. I can’t control myself anymore, and I reach up and cup her face only to finally taste her. She gasps against my lips, and I deepen the kiss. My tongue brushes the seam of her mouth, and when she finally grants me entrance, I tangle my hands in her hair and pull her flush against my chest.

I don’t just want to fuck this woman. I want to make love to her, to show her just how badly I want her. I want her to be mine: My wife. My everything.

Charlotte pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips: “I want you, Skar.”

My name on her tongue is my breaking point, my resolve crumbling. There’s no going back from this- from her- from us.

I’m hers.And when she adjusts my cock at her entrance and sinks down onto me, I know she’s mine too.

She moans at the fullness, at the intrusion of me inside her, and her hips rock forward, taking me deeper. She pauses with me fully seated inside her, and when I move, she grips my hands and holds me still as she adjusts to my size.

Fuck, I could get used to this.

I never want to stop filling her, stretching her, seeing her take me deep and hesitate.

“You’re so big,” she gasps, eyes closed and mouth parted.

My balls tighten, and I dig my fingers into her hips as I coax her into a rhythm. It’s slow at first, and I’m pulling out a few inches only to sheathe myself inside her again.

God, she feels incredible.

When she slowly takes control, lifting her hips and finding her own pace, I slide my hands down and grab her round ass just to get a grip.

“You ride me so fucking well,” I praise.

Then she’s rising onto her knees, taking me as each stroke becomes longer, deeper. Her tits bounce with every pump, and instantly, I lean forward and suck one of them into my mouth as her pace quickens. Her gasps turn into moans which turn into cries, and I’m holding myself back so I don’t cum as her nails scrape over my shoulders.

“Please,” she sobs. “Skar, I’m gonna…”

“Come for me,” I demand, and just as she comes undone, I’m spilling inside her, grinding her ass down onto me.

She rides out her high, her muscles going taut, and I groan as I pull out of her. My cum drips down her pretty thighs, and I swear... Seeing the mess I made of us is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s still breathing heavily, eyes dazed as she watches me drop my head back against the headboard.

A brilliant smile plays at her lips, and when she captures my mouth in another kiss, I want to stay lost in this moment forever.

There’s no going back from her… but I think I’ve known that for a while now.

Chapter Fifty

Charlotte

It’s been two days. Two days of snooping and research and finding whatever information I can. None of it has comforted me. None of it has given me the drive I thought I needed.

I tried showering. I tried going for a run. I’ve tried everything I can to get him out of my head. But his scent is on our sheets, his clothes are at the foot of our bed, and his touch is branded into me. He’s everywhere. And I don’t know how the hell I’m going to get him out.

How the hell am I gonna do this?

“You look like hell, Charlotte.” I jump at Aleks’ voice behind me, silently cursing for not having heard him appear.

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