Page 28 of A Very Killer Christmas
Because I will be so much better than any other man.
The sounds she makes are high-pitched and muffled, incoherent yet clear, because the mounting cadence lets me know she’s close. Her body tightens, sweat glistening between her breasts, and when her gaze locks with mine, I grit my teeth and force my looming orgasm back.
She comes with her eyes open, looking at my face. Her pussy squeezes me tightly, and I rock in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust, and deeper, and deeper, until the final pulses quiver through her, and I’m burrowed as deep as biology allows.
“Rowley,” she says, breathless, her lips barely moving.
“Yeah, baby? What is it?”
She sighs with a small smile, her face glowing. “Nothing. You just said earlier that you wanted me to say your name.”
I almost ask her to marry me. Almost.But I swallow the words and the surge of adoration in my chest, because I can’t propose after just a day. I mean, I can, but she won’t treat me seriously.
Fuck, but I want her to wear my ring.A month,I vow to myself.I’ll give her a month.
“You’re so perfect,” I say, because my feelings can’t be quelled. “So, how did it feel? Coming with me inside you?”
She covers her face with her hands and snorts out a soft laugh. “Oh, don’t make me tell you.”
“I will, though. Use your words, baby. I need to hear it.”
She peeks at me through her fingers, and I grin, deliciously aware of how deep inside her I am and how painless it is for her, how sweet. I knew it. We’re soulmates, made for each other, right to the very last cell. We fit.
“Good, okay?” she says, nervous and giddy, and so very cute. “It felt amazing. I liked it a lot.”
“Mhm.”
I move with slow, easy strokes. She gasps and grips my sides, nails digging into my back, and I nod in approval. It won’t take much now. My grin turns into something sharper, teeth bared, eyes focused into the narrowest of tunnels. All I see is her face, my girl under me, gasping for breath as I plow her deep, and that’s fucking enough.
I thrust a few more times, pushing as deep as I can while hot pleasure pours out at the base of my spine. I arch into her with a grunt, my eyes slamming shut, and even as I spill inside her, wave after wave of melting heat crushing through my pelvis, I still work with minute movements, still wriggling helplessly, trying to get closer.
Deeper.
Until I’m spent, and all that remains from my orgasm is tingling heat spreading up my back. My arms shake, and I lower myself gingerly, pulling her along until we face each other, and my cock is still in her, plugging what I spilled so it stays in.
Like I said before. I want her pregnant.
Chapter 13
Prudence
I must drift off for some time, because next thing I know, Rowley kisses my neck, his big hand stroking my side. I slide straight from a vague, sensual sex dream into real sex, and it’s smooth and perfect. He grunts when I move, sucking on my skin hard until I’m certain he’s left a mark.
“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice husky from sleep.
“No longer sleepy,” I admit with a smile.
I thought he would be gone. As I fell asleep, a gentle sort of sadness pulled me under, a bone-deep knowledge that we were done. I knew he would only stay as long as it was dangerous to leave, but as soon as the search for him was over…
He’d leave me. Just like everyone.
Yet he’s still here, and judging by the light, it’s past noon now. It’s probably pathetic, but I’m grateful. At least I’m not alone on Christmas.
I roll to my back and stretch while he takes my hand and kisses the inside of my palm in a surprisingly sweet gesture. He keeps going, peppering my inner forearm with kisses until I get goosebumps, my skin so sensitive under the heat of his mouth.
“I’m guessing you’re sore,” he says in between kisses, his dark eyes flicking up. “So we’ll do something else. Something just for you.”
I shake my head, uncomprehending. “Like what?”
