Page 96 of Keep Me Never
My breath stutters, my body arching instinctively into his hand.
“You feel that?” he rasps, his voice thick with need as his fingers disappear inside me. “That’s all for me.”
I can only nod, lost in the way he moves, the way hegives. No rushing, no teasing, just pure focus as he works me to the edge.
“Say it, baby.” He dips his head, his mouth hovering just out of my reach. “Tell me.”
“Yes. Just for you.”
His fingers curl, his palm pressing down on my clit, rubbing in small circles, and my back flies off the bed. “You’re so sweet, Angel. I want to dirty you up. I want to make you filthy.”
My mouth opens, a scream locking in my throat and trying to break free.
It does, but he surges forward, swallowing it with a long groan.
“Fuck,” he croaks into my mouth. “The way I want to take you somewhere where it’s just us, see how loud those little screams can get. Only for me. Onlyeverme, Angel. Say it.”
“Just…just you, ohh.” I break off on a moan, my climax rolling through me. It tears through me, sharp, and I swear. I cling to him, my breath breaking on a cry as he coaxes every last wave from my trembling body.
As I come down, my hand finding the waistband of his briefs, he starts to pull away, but I stop him, my gaze locking to his.
“Let me,” I whisper, my voice husky and sure. “Please.”
His jaw flexes, restraint warring with need, but I don’t give him time to argue. I slip my hand beneath the fabric, wrapping my fingers around him for the first time, feeling the way he pulses hot and hard in my palm.
A curse rumbles from his chest, and his eyes flare in surrender. “You’re gonna ruin me,” he growls, but it’s wrecked, reverent even, and he pushes into my hand, letting me shove his briefs down further. “I think you already have.”
“Good,” I breathe, and I stroke him with the same care he gave me, watching his control unravel with each pass of my palm.
His head drops forward, breath uneven, lips trembling as they suck mine into his own mouth, biting and pulling and taking as he thrusts into my grip, chasing release.
I want him to shatter in my hands, so I squeeze him tighter, stroking him faster, my legs falling open wide for him to settle more between me, so he can feel my skin and imagine it’s my body he’s inside. Iwanthim inside me.
He’s silky and hot, thick, and even longer now. His cock throbs in my hand, and his thighs clench against my own, telling me he’s close.
“I want you to come on me,” I whisper, sliding my lips across his, and his eyes clamp closed.
“Jesus,” he rasps, pressing into my palm, his length pulsing.
“I want to see your eyes.”
They fly open, latching onto mine, his hands driving into my hair as he holds himself up on his elbows.
“Paige.” He chokes out my name and groans in pure surrenderas his orgasm crashes through him, hot and thick across my stomach. His body jerks, muscles tight as pleasure tears through him, leaving him trembling. Because of me.
I did this to this gorgeous, strong man.
A thrill I’ve never known skitters down my spine, and I nearly lose my breath.
His breathing is still uneven, his chest rising and falling beneath my hand, and I swear I can feel his pulse pounding impossibly hard.
But it’s his eyes that get me. The way they search mine like he’s seeing straight through me, like whatever he finds there matters more than anything else. And suddenly, I desperately wish it did.
That this man and I are it, the endgame I never thought I’d find.
Chase strokes my cheek, a reverent expression I’ve never seen taking over his features, that nearly brings tears to my eyes.
“Paige, I’m…” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and full of emotion.
