Page 30 of Stutter

She twirls her finger at the side of her head, and I laugh.

“I’m crazy, for sure, baby. But… I’m crazy for you. Andonlyyou. I’m near you and I need to be closer. I’m inside of you, and it’s not enough. When I’m away from you, I feel like I’m drowning. But then I see you again and I can finally breathe right. You have totally and completely consumed whatever sanity I had left, and I don’t ever want it back. You’re my heart, baby. Every beat of it is yours.”

“Jonas…” I wait for her to keep going because I know she has to form her words. “You… are… mm… my sss… soul. I… I love you.” She says clearly. She always says ‘I love you’so fucking clearly like it’s theonlything she’s ever sure of, and my heart drops and bounces and recoils and beats erratically, making every sinew and fiber of my being erupt and mend because I never tire of hearing her tell me she loves me. “Aw… always.”

“Always, baby?”

“Mmm.” She grins and crawls up my body, straddling me then lowering her head to mine, her lips so close that when she whispers, “Always,” I feel the soft skin of them against mine before she kisses me hungrily.

It takes no time before her oversized band tee and our underwear to get lost under the sheets and she’s notching me at her hot, slick opening. We both groan when I’m fully seated inside of her, wrapped in her perfect, tight, wet heat.

“That’s my beautiful fucking girl, Raven baby. Ride my dick.” Her hips undulate, her clit against my pelvic bone, seeking her climax. Though my eyes are closed, they still roll back, forever lost in a frenzy when I’m inside of her. “It’s so good. Fucking perfect, baby.”

“Jonas!”

My eyes cross at the rasp in her voice when she says my name. It’s a war of tongues and lips, swallowing the other’s moans because I can’t fucking get enough of the feel of her under my hands, around my cock, her skin on mine, can’t get enough of the way she kisses me like she loves me. Like she can’t fathom a life without me, and I return it tenfold, because I can’t either.

She’s my present and my future, I had no past before her, and I want no future without her.

I dig my heels into the mattress, finding enough purchase to meet her bounces with my thrusts until I hold her still with one arm, the other in her hair, eyes rolling to the back of my head. “I fucking love your pussy, baby. It’s too fucking good. You’re beautiful. Perfect. Always so ready for me. Fuck, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Jonas, please!”

“Always such a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby? Taking my dick like my sick little slut. Are you sick for me baby?”

“Yes!” her rasp sends chills throughout my body like shivers of electricity crackling and fuuucccckkk if that doesn’t spur me further into bliss.

“Arch your back a little more baby, let me hit that spot. I feel you, baby. So tight. So wet. So fucking perfect. Say it again baby.”

“I love you.”

Fuck yes. “Again.”

“I…ugh! Love you.”

I can feel her pussy beginning to flutter, my balls aching for release, drawing up, every nerve ending frying and rewiring. “Again baby, I’m so fucking close.” I lick up her neck, loving the feel of her hard nipples pressed against my chest.

“I love you.” Fuck yes. “I love you.”

I go cross-eyed when her pussy strangles my dick – a hair-trigger for me and shudder, feeling her milk every fucking drop from me as I cum, cum, cum until I can’t anymore. If her soul is mine, then mine is hers and I want her to take, take, take it from me until they’re woven together so I can find her in every lifetime.

I kiss her cheek, staying inside because I want my cum to stay inside, too even though I can feel it already leaking out around me. “I love you, too.”

We fall asleep like that. For the first time, since Paris, she doesn’t sleepwalk. She doesn’t have night terrors. We sleep a full nine hours. And when we wake up, I make sure to remind her with my dick, how perfect I think she is in front of the bathroom mirror with her bent over and her ass bouncing against my hips.

Because I love her enough to know exactly what I have – a fucking treasure, and I’llneverlet her go.

Chapter Nine

Maverick.

“She did it for you.”

Two days have passed since the evening I spent getting my ass verbally handed to me by Jonas and Damon. I’ve spent them being haunted by their words. I grab my cell phone from my nightstand by my bed where I keep it charging and dial the number I’ve spent the last four years avoiding.

She answers after the third ring. “Maverick? What’s wrong?”

Hearing Tasha, my old partner's voice again, floods me with emotion but I clear my throat, shoving them away. “Williams, hey. Are you… busy?”

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