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I start slow, grinding deep, because I want to feel every inch of her, and she meets me with soft little moans that shred my control. Her body clings to mine, slick and warm, her nails leaving marks on my back.
“God, I could fuck you forever,” I growl against her throat, driving in deeper, her whimpers making my balls tighten.
Her legs lock around me, and her body clamps down, pulling me under with her. She comes again, milking my cock, and I’m gone—burying myself to the hilt as release rips through me, groaning her name against her neck.
When it’s done, I collapse against her, both of us shaking. I keep her pressed to my chest, my hand over her racing heart, the scent of sex and her soft hair filling my lungs.
I know I should be thinking about the danger, theReapers, the fact that I just broke every wall I’ve built—but all I can think is:
Mine.
Chapter 20
Amber
The soft patter of rain against the Copenhagen window is the first thing I hear when I wake. The second is the slow, steady beat of Bas’s heart under my ear.
We’ve been wrapped in this cocoon for hours, his arm around my waist, his palm warm against my stomach. It’s the safest I’ve felt in years—maybe ever.
I shift slightly, and his arm tightens, a soft rumble vibrating through his chest. “Amber…” His voice is thick with sleep, rough and low, and it slides over my skin like heat.
I tilt my head back. His blue eyes are half-lidded, his hair messy, stubble shadowing his jaw. He looks like every secret daydream I’ve ever had about him.
“You’re too damn pretty in the morning,” he murmurs, sliding his hand under my shirt. His palm is hot against my skin, and I shiver.
“Bas…” My voice is barely a whisper.
He kisses me slowly, tasting and unhurried, but when my hand slides up into his hair, he groans and deepens it. His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightens, and a whimper slips out before I can stop it.
“Liefje,” he rasps against my mouth, “I need to taste you.”
Heat pools low in my belly at the hunger in his voice. I can only nod.
He pulls my shirt over my head and trails kisses down my chest, sucking my nipple into his mouth before letting it go with a wet sound that makes me moan. His lips trace a path down my stomach, and then he eases my shorts off, his big hands sliding down my thighs like he’s claiming every inch.
“Jesus, look at you,” he mutters, his voice rough and reverent all at once. “So wet already.Fuck, I could eat you all day.”
The words alone make my body pulse—no one’s ever spoken to me like this before, it’s fucking hot—and when his mouth finally meets me, I arch off the bed with a gasp. His tongue is slow and purposeful, teasing circles that make me whimper.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans against me, the vibration shooting through me. “Ride my tongue. Let me hear you.”
I clutch his hair, helpless as the pleasure builds, wave after wave, until I’m shaking. He slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and the sensation tips me over the edge.
“Bas—oh, fuck—” My voice cracks as my orgasm crashes over me, my whole body tightening around his fingers, my pulse roaring in my ears.
He doesn’t stop, licking me through the aftershocks until I’m trembling. When he finally comes up to kiss me, I taste myself on his lips, and it’s the filthiest, most intimate thing I’ve ever felt.
He flips me onto my stomach with gentle strength, and my breath catches as I feel him line up behind me. His hands grip my hips, thumbs stroking circles over my skin.
“Goddamn,liefje. You’re gonna ruin me,” he growls, and then he pushes inside—slow, deep, filling me to the hilt.
I moan into the pillow, my body stretching around him, my pulse thundering.
“Jesus Christ. So fucking tight. This pussy was made for me,” he groans, starting a slow rhythm that has my toes curling.
Each thrust hits deep, every movement dragging delicious friction across my walls. His chest presses to my back, his breath hot against my ear.
“You feel that? My cock filling you up, stretching you? That’s it. Take it, sweetheart.”
