Page 51 of Havoc
I want to mark her inside and out.
At one point last night, I considered laying her out on the bed and painting her in my cum. Filling her until I was dripping from every hole.
Until she understands there’s going to be no more denying what we’ve always been.
Infinite.
Endless.
Aimee rides me unapologetically. Her brown eyes meet mine as she lifts up, and when she lowers, she reaches behind her to cup my balls in her hand.
The grunt that rushes out of me earns me a smile.
“You sure you aren’t going to beg for me?” She grabs me harder, pressing on a spot that makes my vision dark while she swirls her hips.
“You’re going to be the death of me, firecracker.”
“Good.” A single word, and I have no doubt she means it as she rides me with all she has.
Touches me until I’m blinking away stars. The world blurs. And when I pick up the pace on her clit, she finally shatters, dragging me over the edge with her.
Not sweet, but violent.
Like the kiss from death warning me there is no escape.
When Aimee finally collapses over me, I soak in the feel of being settled inside her. Of her warmth draped across my body, where she’s always meant to be.
“You feel so good,” I tell her.
She smiles. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“You and that mouth.”
Aimee bites her lower lip as her expression changes with her thoughts. “I’m sorry, by the way. About the things you said last night. I was too busy being angry at you to consider what you’d been through all these years.”
“I survived.” I tuck her hair behind her ear.
“That doesn’t always mean much.”
I hum, knowing that all too well.
“Maybe I should have come back sooner. Done things differently.” She closes her eyes, her chin resting on her clasped hands. “I was lost.”
“So was I.” Until I saw her again.
“I don’t know how this works with us now, Levi.” She still hasn’t opened her eyes. “I don’t know how to be in Vegas any longer than I have to. But…”
Her voice trails off, and when she finally blinks her eyes open, they’re clear.
“But what?”
“But even if this is all we have, I’ll cherish that too.”
She uses my own words against me. And I know it’s for self-preservation, so I don’t argue. But the thought of her leaving now that I’ve had her rips me apart. It was one thing for me to say that last night, when I could stillpretend I’d be able to let her go. But with her naked body flush with mine and her eyes on me, I don’t know if it’s possible.
Without kissing her, I knew this was the only girl I’d ever consider making my wife.
Now…
