Page 99 of Anteros' Return

He rose from his kneeling position. The dominance in his voice was a deep, velvety rumble that sent shivers through me as he spoke."Turn around, put your hands flat on the wall, and bend over for me."

My stomach flipped at the command, my body responding instinctively to his authoritative tone. This was what I craved. With slow, deliberate movements, I turned to face the wall, splaying my fingers against the cool surface.

"You look so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.His words were a mixture of admiration and raw lust. "So willing, so eager to please me."

My body ached with anticipation. I could feel his cock pressing against me, a promise of what was to come. My fingers curled into the wall, my knuckles whitening as I waited.

With deliberate slowness, he trailed his fingers down my spine, his touch featherlight and teasing as he grasped my hips. His grip was firm and possessive. He positioned me, adjusting my body to his liking."Are you ready for me?"he asked.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps."Yes,"I whispered, my voice thick with need."Please, Beckett. I need you. Now."

He didn't make me wait. With a fast, powerful thrust, he entered me, filling me completely. He stretched me.Claimedme. I cried out, my forehead resting on the tiles. My hair curtained my face as I surrendered to the sensation.

Beckett began to move, his strokes deep and relentless, his hips snapping against mine with a primal rhythm. The sound of skin against skin filled the room like an erotic melody that only heightened our passion.

"That's it," he grunted, his voice strained. "Take it. Take all of me."

A moan escaped me, my fingers scrabbling against the wall as I sought purchase, something to anchor me in this storm of sensation. I was lost, drowning in a sea of pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of him, the scent of him, the sound of his laboured breathing.

Beckett's hands roamed over my body, grasping, squeezing, possessing. He palmed my breasts as his thumbs slid down to hold my hips. His fingers dug into my soft flesh as he drove into me with increasing urgency.

"You like this, don't you?" he panted, his voice hoarse with desire.

I could only nod, my mouth parted in a silent cry as I teetered on the edge of release."Yes,"I whispered, my voice barely audible over our ragged breathing.

The words seemed to fuel Beckett's passion. His movements became more frantic, more desperate. He was close. I could feel it. His body tightened, his muscles corded with strain.

"Come for me, Em," he growled, his voice a command. "Let go. Let me see you fall apart."

His words were my undoing. With a cry that was equal parts pleasure and surrender, I shattered. My body convulsed around him as I plummeted into the abyss. My release triggered his own, and he followed me over the edge. His body jerked in time with mine as he spilled himself inside me.

Slowly, Beckett withdrew, his hands gently guiding me to turn around. His gaze was tender, his expression full of love and adoration as he brushed a stray tendril of hair from my face.

"You okay?"he asked, his voice soft, a stark contrast to the dominant tone he used moments earlier.

I nodded."I’m more than okay,"I whispered, my fingers threading through his. “Let’s go to bed.”

He flicked off the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around me. “You read my mind.”

Lying beside Beckett that night was surreal. Knowing he was back home for good was something else entirely.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, pulling me into his embrace.

“Just how surreal it feels to have you back for good. It’s like I’m in some sort of dream, and at any moment, I’ll wake up.” I rolled my eyes internally, thinking how stupid that sounded.

“You don’t need to worry about waking up from anything, Em. I’m not going anywhere.” He locked his fingers with mine as I threw my leg over his. “I couldn’t go anywhere even if I tried. You’ve locked me in.” He laughed as I swatted his inked chest playfully.

“Welcome home.” I rested my chin on my hand that remained on his chest as I looked up at him. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I’m sorry it took so long.”

“You were worth the wait,” I breathed, and it was true, he was.

“Welcome home, man.” Harry cheered as he entered the kitchen.

“I guess you don’t hate me anymore then?” Beck teased, sipping his coffee.

“I never hated you, mate. I just hated what I thought you did to my sister.”

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