Page 98 of Final Temptation
No longer bent over on the counter, I stood up with hiscock deep inside me, my hands flying around his neck for support.
Each plunge he took drove me closer and closer to my release.
My fingers tangled in his hair, grabbing the strands for support. With every tug of his hair, a grunt escaped his lips. A grunt that screamed pain and pleasure all at once.
“So close,” I murmured, his fingers strumming against my clit, quicker, faster, my orgasm on the edge of flowing through me.
Myles moved his other hand up to my neck, wrapping it around the base. His rough voice vibrated against my ear, “Come for me, Princess. Now,” he demanded, “I’m begging you to come. I can’t hold on another fucking minute with my cock in your ass.”
Something about a manbeggingeasily brought me to my knees.
“I’m there, Myles. I’m coming!” My clit hardened, my orgasm rushing through me. The intensity of my orgasm wasn’t like the rest. I had no idea I could come so hard without him inside my pussy. Every part of this new experience with Myles was a sensation I didn’t know could feel this wildly amazing.
“Fuck. Coming,” he muttered out, his thrusts starting to slow down as he spilled himself inside me.
Every grunt and moan that passed his lips only proved he felt the exact same way.
“I don’t think you understand just how fucking incredible that was.” His voice muffled into my shoulder.
“I think I know exactly what you mean, Rebel.” I tugged his hair, lowering his lips to mine for a post orgasmic kiss.
“You dirty fucking girl, you liked that more than youthought you would, huh?” His laugh vibrated against my lips.
“Anything we do that involves you touching my body is bound to be earth-shattering,” I answered.
“Mm, that reminds me of our first kiss.” Myles brushed the sensitive flesh under my boob with his thumb.
“What about anal reminds you of our first kiss?” I pondered, curious as to how he felt any similarities between our first kiss and what we just did.
His fingers trailed against my neck, moving my hair out of the way before he answered, “You told me kissing you would be soearth-shatteringthat it would ruin every other woman for me. You were only wrong about one thing, though.”
“Mhmm, I’m listening…”
“It wasn’t just the kiss that shattered my world and ruined me for other women. It was the six months without your lips on mine and every excruciating moment we lived together before I could touch you. It was the moments leading up to my accident that I knew I’d fallen madly in love with you, but I was too scared to admit it. It was the moments while I laid there in the hospital, begging my body to wake up and make it back to you. It’s been every moment in between, when I get to hold you and make love to you and call you mine.” His breath tickled my skin, the feel of his lips lighting my neck on fire when he trailed kisses along my jaw.
“What I’m trying to say is, it wasn’t just the kiss that was earth-shattering. It was everything about you. From the moment you gave me one percent of you, I knew someday I needed to have the whole nine yards. I needed all of you, and now I have you. I’m never going to let you slip away from me, Sophie Turner.”
I always knew love had the ability to send you on a roller coaster of emotions. But if you had asked me all those nights ago, when Paige attempted to play matchmaker, swiping right on Myles through my dating app, the definition of a playboy smiling back at me through a screen, that he would be the one expressing such heartfelt emotions, I wouldn’t have believed it.
But this man—the man who has committed everything to me since he moved into my apartment—he’s grown and overcome more in his twenty-three years than anyone ever should in their lifetime.
Myles has shown that he was never truly a fuck boy. He was lost, he hid his feelings by sleeping with women, but deep down, he always wanted love—just like everyone dreamed of having one day.
He just needed me to be the one to find him.
Tears pricked at my eyes, his words beginning to sink in.
“Some people don’t truly know love until they’ve lost it and it’s too late. We are a couple of the lucky ones, Myles, and every day I wake up grateful that you came back to me so I could tell you just how much I love you. I am so fucking in love with—” His lips collided with mine, stealing the rest of my words off my tongue.
He knew how crazy about him I was; he didn’t need to hear me say it.
I tore my lips away from his, whispering, “We are the worst Maid of Honor and Best Man I’ve ever known.”
“Something tells me that they will forgive us.” Our laughter mixed together was the true sound of happiness.
“Not if we leave their kitchen looking like a porno set.” My eyes drifted over all our discarded clothing and the items we frantically shoved out of the way on the counter.
“Guess we should get cleaned up, then.”
