Page 130 of Composed
I search her expression. Her eyes are the same as always, green with flecks of gold, bright and misty. Her cheeks flushed. I pinch her chin, tip her head, and plant my lips on her. “Nothing.”
She gasps as I slide my tongue along the seam of her lips. I dip inside, tasting her,savouringher—every lick, nip, and stolen breath.
I soak her in, our laced hands tightening as she pushes up onto her tiptoes. I stumble back onto the bed. Her legs drop either side of mine, aligning our hips.
I moan into her mouth as she glides forward on my thigh, her black lacy pants doing nothing to absorb the heat pouring from her.
Fingers tangle in my hair.
I trail kisses along her cheeks, her jaw, her neck.
I release her hand and grip her hips.
Her shirt slides up. My fingers dig into her skin, leaving marks that will remind her of me for days to come. She traces every inch of me as she rocks herself back and forth, like she can’t bear not to be touching me.
Flames course through my body.
I peel her shirt over her head and launch it across the room before kissing my way across her chest.
She drags her hands down my back. I pull back enough that she can tug my shirt from my body. I curl my hand around her back and flick her bra open. The straps slide down her shoulders. She shivers when I circle a peaked nipple with my tongue.
A bead of sweat slicks my neck as she shifts back, her hands dipping to the waistband of my jeans. My cock springs free, hard and aching. She swirls her thumb over the head.
“Fuck!” I hiss, every muscle in my body tightening at the sight of her.
She lifts, pulls her knickers to the side, and guides me to her entrance.
A choked sob rips from her lungs as she sinks down.
I push up, tug her head back, and seal my lips around the fluttering pulse point on her neck. She whimpers. Hips bucking, she eases herself up, inch by inch. I slam her back down. She rolls on my lap, her mouth parting as I sink my teeth into her skin.
Shaking fingers curl around my throat, titling my head back.
I snake my arm between our joined, slick bodies.
Her back arches when my thumb presses to her clit, her sharp nails digging into my skin. My breaths shallow as her pussy flutters around me. Every single vein in my body sparks to life. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”
“Cole,” she gasps as I shift my hips, thrusting upwards to match her erratic pace. Every roll of my thumb has her tightening. Her eyes lock on my mine, gold glittering as she leans in, and traces my lips with hers. “Fuck, I love you.”
My stomach clenches, need coursing through me.
“I love you,” I breathe.
Her head falls back, hair spilling down her spine. She slams her eyes shut and her mouth falls open, a silent scream on her lips as I twist my hips, hitting her G spot.
“I love you so much, Rixie.”
Her legs quiver, squeezing my thighs as she explodes. I drive in and out of her faster, harder, chasing my own climax.
One breath, another, then I spill inside her, my chest heaving as she slumps against me. Her arms wind around my neck, her breaths shallow. She shivers, inhaling slowly, as a single tear rolls down her cheek. I tighten my arms around her, prop my chin on her shoulder, and try to ignore the swirling in my gut.
Hendrix drags her nails over the ink wrapping my bicep.
“You’re gonna have no space on this arm soon,” she murmurs, peering up at me through her lashes.
“There’s still a bit of space.” I dip my head and steal a kiss from her.
She hums, tracing my pulse point. “Maybe we should do something about that.”
