Page 93 of Wild Card

“Can I touch it?”

God, she’s killing me. “You touch me and I’m not sure I can handle it.”

A cunning grin crosses her lips and she reaches out, rubbing her fingers across the tip.

Reflexively, I lurch at her touch, groaning when she scales her nails along the length.

“Fuck,” I hiss at the sensation from just her touch.

“It’s so… so…” She licks her lips and I’m done for, shifting back between her legs.

My gaze travels over every flawless inch of her. “Last chance, Princess, tell me you’re ready.”

“I’m more than ready.”

I close my eyes, willing myself not to slam into her and claim her like an animal.

When I open them, my heart seizes at the image. Willow’s dark hair fanned out on my pillows, her chest and stomach covered with my marks, her vibrant green eyes piercing into me.

Slowly, I slide inside, feeling her walls clamp around me.

“Relax, baby.”

Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me further.

My body hums with a need so intense it threatens to bring me to the edge without even moving.

Then I realize why.

Her silky skin is pulsing, welcoming me.

Nothing in my life compares to the feel of this.

Just us, nothing else.

A moment seared in my brain forever.

I’m a selfish bastard, but I can’t make this decision for her.

“Baby, I lost my fucking mind when you touched me. Do I need a condom?”

“I’m on the pill.”

“I know, I unpacked them.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, and he always wore…”

“Not worried about that motherfucker right now. I’m asking if you want me to wear protection. I’m clean, but it’s up to you.”

She hesitates for a split second before shaking her head.

Her expression is everything.

Desire, lust, and heat mixed with something stronger.Trust.

I hold her eyes, thrusting deep.

She inhales sharply, her muscles contracting.

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