Page 123 of The Wrong Ride Home

I took a moment to just admire her—to commit every curve and dip of her body to memory once again. I hovered over her as I kissed along every inch of skin that I could reach—from the soft curve of her neck down to the swell of her breasts.

She moaned softly beneath me, urging me on with each touch and caress. And when I finally reached between her legs, she was already wet and ready for me. Without any hesitation, I slid two fingers inside of her, causing Elena to gasp and arch upwards towards my touch.

“Christ, baby.” I watched as my fingers pumped in and out of her, her walls clenching around them. “So wet, so….” I couldn’t resist her and had my mouth on her. Her hips rocked against my lips. She tasted like she always did: sunshine and wildflowers.

“Mi cielo,” she murmured the old nickname, and I knew she was giving me back everything she’d kept from me. I was hereverything,and she was giving that to me. She was giving me her love.

“Yes, my Elena.”

It didn’t take long for her to come, and it was like old times but alsobrand new, delicious, all-consuming.

Without saying a word—because none were neededbetween us right now—I moved up to her body and kissed her, letting her taste herself. Our mouths melded together like two lost souls finally finding their way back home to each other, where they belonged.

As we continued to kiss, she wrapped her fingers around my cock, pumping slowly as our tongues danced together in a heated embrace.

I let out a low growl of pleasure, my hips moving against her hand as she stroked me. But soon enough, I wanted more; no,neededcomplete intimacy.

“Now,” I said to her.

“Now,” she agreed.

With one swift movement, I entered her completely, sinking balls deep into her hot, tight core.

“Fuck, baby, I’m home,” I said hoarsely, our bodies finally reuniting after being apart for so long.

I started to move slowly at first, savoring every moment of being inside of Elena once again. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly as she looked up at me with pure pleasureandlove in her eyes.

“Harder,mi cielo,” she pleaded.

I picked up the pace, thrusting with more force, going deeper. She met my movements with equal intensity. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, each touch and kiss only fueling our already fiery desire. We lost ourselves in each other—the sounds of our moans and gasps of pleasure mingled with those of the river and the land.

We came together, and when we did, it was as if nothing else existed in that moment but us. We werecompletely consumed by each other, and I knew nothing would ever compare to this feeling.

“I’m keeping you forever,” I mumbled into her neck.

She stroked my back, her thighs lazily moving against mine. “Never letting you go again.”

We took our time getting dressed because we kissed, hugged, held hands, and touched. The need to stay close was intense.

“You’re moving in with me,” I ordered.

“Okay.” She didn’t fight me. I knew she wouldn’t. I was her“mi cielo”again, and she was my “Florecita,” nicknames that we gave each other as kids—that still meant something to us.

She turned to me, eyes bright, lips curling into that small, knowing smile of hers, like she could read every damn thought in my head.

Suddenly, she ran up to me and lifted her chin. “Kiss me before we have to ride back.”

I leaned in, ready to taste her again, ready to?—

Crack.

The sound split the late afternoon, sharp, unnatural.

Elena jerked and then crumpled.

I caught her before she hit the ground, my arms wrapping around her as she sagged against me. Her weight was wrong—too heavy, too loose.

Then I saw the blood. It spread fast, a dark stain blooming across her shirt, right over her ribs.

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