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Without giving her a chance to come down from her blissful high, I positioned myself between her spread legs and feasted. There were no gentle strokes or slow laps of my tongue. I devoured her until her legs trembled and she cried out my name.
And then I did it all over again.
By the time she’d had her third orgasm, she pushed farther up the headboard, trying her best to get away from my hungry mouth. It was futile. I chased after her and had her screaming my name yet again.
While she came down from this one, I tugged her body beneath mine and slotted my hips between her thighs. I nudged at her entrance, and those pretty green widened as far as they could go.
“I can’t,” she pleaded.
“You can and you will.” I leaned down and took her mouth, kissing her slow and deep. With every brush of my tongue against hers, I pushed into her. Despite her earlier protest, she tilted her hips, taking me inch by inch until I was buried so deep I didn’t know where I began and she ended.
“Fuck,” I roared as I broke our kiss. “You’ll never not feel good.” I drew back the tiniest bit, then steadily rocked forward. “You were fucking made for me.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“So tight. So damn perfect.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
“And mine.”
“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes, yes.”
My movements slowed, and I captured her gaze with mine. “And I’m yours…for all of eternity.”
Chapter forty-one
Everlee
Atthesoundofa loud gasp from my side, I tore my gaze from my reflection to glance over at Natalie. Hands covering her mouth, she made no effort to hide the tears running down her cheeks.
Those pesky pregnancy hormones had made her a bit more emotional than usual. Especially these past two weeks, since she’d helped me prepare everything for the year-end function.
“Oh my gosh, Evie,” Nat cried. “You look like a princess.”
My attention shifted back to the mirror, and a smile spread across my face. She wasn’t wrong, and I didn’t even care how arrogant that sounded. Because, dammit, I did look like a princess and felt like one, too.
I ran my hands down the gauzy material of my dress, and my smile spread even wider. Somewhere, without me even knowing, Liam had contacted Natalie and asked her to design a dress for me for the event.
He’d wanted it to resemble Snow White’s gown. And with the tight royal-blue bodice and huge bright-yellow skirt, it did. Maybe a bit more modernized since it was strapless and pushed my boobs up for all the world to see.
But for the first time, I didn’t care.
I felt beautiful.
I felt wanted.
And loved.
So, so loved.
There was just one thing missing. As it always did, my heart squeezed tight behind my ribs when I thought about my parents. My mom had texted several times but only to update me on my father’s progress.
