Page 81 of Seal the Deal

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I say breathlessly, earning a low chuckle.

“Good, because I plan on going everywhere.”

Our playful banter dissolves as he pushes inside me again. My name slips from his lips in a breathless moan as he fills me completely, the sensation almost overwhelming. He grabs my leg, bending it up toward his shoulder, setting a new pace that has me seeing stars.

“Shit, God, don’t stop,” I groan, my nails biting into his thighs.

“Not planning on it, baby,” he grits out. “Gonna make you come so hard you never forget you’re mine.”

One hand coasts up my stomach, the heat of his palm branding me as it glides between my breasts and gently collars my throat. He pauses, searching my face for any hesitation, but he won’t find any. Instead, I press my hand over his, squeezing his fingers tighter in permission.

His chest rumbles in approval, and he thrusts deeper.

“That’s it.”

Thrust.

“Take all of me.”

Thrust.

“All. Fucking. Mine.”

A loud, raspy noise escapes me as the rough skin of his palm tightens slightly against my throat, grazing the sensitive skin there. Every touch, every kiss, every word pulls us closer, deepening the connection I can no longer deny.

“Look down.” His voice is steady despite the strain as he slows his pace. “I want you to see how good you look wrapped around me.”

“Jake, please. I need you, I need all of you.” My words make him curse softly, but he continues to go slow, teasing me at the edge.

“Say you’re mine,” he commands. “Need to hear it again, Charlie.”

My eyes lock with his, breath coming in shallow pants.

“Say it, Charlie.” His eyes blaze, grip tightening.

“I’m yours, Jake.”

“Mmm, good girl.” He leans down, kissing me again, his movements more erratic. I grind up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, breathless as I reach my breaking point.

“Come with me,” I plead, my voice husky as I cling to him.

“Christ,” he croaks, burying his face in my neck. That’s all it takes for me to lose control, his name falling from my lips as I come hard, nails digging into him. He follows, his grip on me fierce, holding himself deep as his own release tears through him

When he collapses beside me, a sense of belonging settles over me. I’ve never felt so connected, so utterly consumed as I do lying in his arms.

He presses a tender kiss to my forehead. "That was fucking incredible."

I smile, nuzzling closer to him. "Agreed. You definitely earned a repeat performance."

“You won’t have to wait long for that, trust me.”

His fingers trace slow, soothing patterns along my arm as we lie there catching our breath in the quiet darkness.

“You alright?” he asks, breaking the silence.

It’s the same question he asked earlier, before I had my little freak-out. But this time, I feel no fear.

"More than alright," I reply, tilting my head up. "I don't think I've ever been this happy."

---