Page 63 of Desperate Crimes
Of course I am.
I’ve been hard since I woke up with her leg thrown over mine, her soft breath warming my skin.
I deepen the kiss as my hand wraps around her throat, not to hurt—just to hold.
To anchor.
She gasps into my mouth, hips rolling instinctively against me.
That’s right, Princess.
I lift her leg up over my hip, dragging her body flush against mine.
She’s already slick, her pussy wet and waiting.
Like she never came down from what we did last night.
And I don’t hesitate.
There’s no condom.
No barrier.
Nothing separating us.
I press the head of my cock against her entrance and slide inside her in one smooth, claiming thrust.
She moans—high and sweet and wrecked—and I catch it with my mouth, kissing her deeper, swallowing every sound like a prayer I was born to say.
Fuck, she feels so good.
So tight. So warm.
I start moving, slow and deep, thrusting into her with the kind of rhythm meant to imprint me into her body. Into her bones.
Face to face.
Heart to heart.
I grip her thigh, her throat, her hips—her—like I’ll never let go.
Because I won’t.
Because this?
This is forever.
This is mine.
Chapter Seventeen-Leanna
After we shower—together—I slip into the bathroom alone for a few minutes.
Nico had to take a call, and me? I need a second.
Some space. Some air.
A chance to find myself again beneath the flood of sensation and surrender that was last night.
