Page 98 of Beautiful Exile

“Everything.”

“My vicious girl,” he breathed.

I guided him to my entrance, sinking down slowly. My head tipped back as I took in the beautiful stretch, the one that flickered on the border of pain but reminded me that I was alive. That I could stillfeel.

Linc’s hand found me then, gliding up my belly and between my breasts. He slid it higher, coming to rest where my neck met my jaw, his fingers tangling in my hair. “So fucking perfect.”

His words echoed in the space, ricocheting off the tile like beautiful bullets. I let each one hit without protest, welcoming them.

I sank lower, taking all of him, feeling the power and pleasuresurging. Linc rocked against me but didn’t power up. His muscles trembled with the force it took to hold himself back. The gift he was giving me… Total and complete control.

I rose again and sank down once more, a little faster this time, more force behind my movements. That sense of power swept through me as Linc’s other hand cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple. I arched into him as I rose and sank down again.

Giving myself over to it, I moved on instinct, in some nonsensical pattern all my own. And Linc let me find it—my way, my path. When my eyes met his, his fingers tightened in my hair. “There she is. Came back to me.”

My walls fluttered around him. “Linc.”

Those eyes burned, leaving brands.

“Let go,” I whispered.

“Vicious—”

“Letgo.”

Linc gave me exactly what I asked for, what I needed, just like always. He let go.

His big body thrust upward, driving so deeply into me my eyes watered. The flicker of pleasure and pain mixed in the best way, reminding me this was just like life. You couldn’t have one without the other.

But I didn’t let Linc have his way alone; I countered each move, sinking down to meet him, my nails raking across his shoulders with a force I knew might’ve drawn blood. Linc’s fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head back as he powered into me again.

My walls fluttered around him as I teetered on the tipping point.

“Break with me,” he growled.

I rocked, arching perfectly to bring him exactly where I needed him. Everything broke apart. Light and shadow mixed before my eyes as Linc moved through my orgasm, riding every wave, drawing each one out as far as they would go.

With one last thrust, he emptied into me, and a feeling of fullness I’d never experienced before surged. Because this was Linc, and hetook me in every way, never settling for just the physical. He wanted it all.

As we came back to ourselves, Linc stroked my face, staring into my eyes as if trying to decipher my secrets. “Falling in love with you.”

I stiffened, my muscles going rock-solid.

Linc’s fingers stilled. “You run, it’s really gonna piss me off.”

Straight to the point. Like always.

“Not running,” I whispered, fear wrapping around my vocal cords like a boa constrictor.

“But?”

“I can’t say it back.” It would be tempting fate. And I wasn’t about to put Linc in the crosshairs.

His expression softened, and that thumb started stroking again. “Just because you don’t say it doesn’t make it any less true.”

My mouth fell open. “Cocky much?”

Linc grinned, but it was almost childlike. “Not cocky. Sure. Sure of you. Sure of us. I’ll believe for you for now. Until you can say the words.”

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