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The look between us as I finally lower the camera again tells a story of its own—a wordless conversation about this terrifyingly strong and natural sense of trust in this moment.
The worst part about this is that he’s alchemized the photo-taking experience for me, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to replicate this level of intimacy anywhere else.Withanyone else. Even more, I’m not sure I want to.
“Time’s up,” he growls, taking the camera and then leaning over to place it on the bedside table.
Chapter Sixteen
Izzy
In the next few seconds,I’m flipped to my back again. Ledger makes quick work of tearing off my sweater, bra, and leggings. I tried to aid in the process, but his hands worked too quickly. All I can do is lie still and try not to lose feeling in my face from smiling too much.
I barely have a chance to touch him before his mouth is covering my right nipple. He sucks, swirls his tongue, and slowly presses his hips forward all at once. When he adds a rough hand to my other breast, it’s almost too much, causing my eyes to flutter closed and my back to arch up toward him.
I’m well aware of the rule that men are usually shit at multitasking. But the way his mouth, his hands, and his hips all work in tandem dispels the theory altogether. He’s most definitely the exception, and I silently thank the universe for landing me in this man’s bed.
His tip slides over my clit, forcing a whimper from my lips. My body reacts to each of his slow grinds, and I lift my legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him in for more. With every movement of his hips down on mine, we’re closer to abandoning whatever tiny bit of restraint is left between us.
“Ledger,” I moan. “I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t find a condom and start fucking me soon.”
He processes my words instantly, lifting away from my body and rolling off the bed to jog into the bathroom and shuffle through the drawers. A minute later, he’s back on top of me, and I don’t waste a second before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling our bodies flush against each other once again.
He groans, opening his mouth for a kiss on the side of my neck. My knees bend, my hips flex up, and I silently beg him to defile me before I spontaneously combust.
“Please.”
“What was that?”
“Please, I can’t wait any longer.”
“Fuck,” he groans into the shell of my ear. “Don’t beg me, baby. You have no idea what it does to me.”
He’s impossibly hard as he pushes up against my core, so I think I have some idea. The top row of my teeth bites down on my lower lip, and I squeeze my eyes shut. A long, pent-up moan finally vibrates through my chest when his hips draw back slightly, lining himself up just right, and then fully bottoming out inside me with one thrust.
“Jesus,” I whisper. He wasted absolutely no time easing in, and the pressure of him completely inside of me nearly takes my breath away.
“Again,” I plead. “More.”
He slips his hand under the back of my knee, lifting it until my left leg is over his shoulder. His opposite hand presses down on my right thigh, perfectly burying himself inside me until he’s as deep as he can go. It’s painful in the best way, and the burning stretch quickly eases to a jaw-dropping pulse of pleasure, sending a ribbon of shocks through each vein in my body.
The fullness is enough to cause my jaw to drop. I clench around him to heighten the sensation until he drops his headbetween my neck and shoulder. He exhales a massive breath just as I gasp for air. Our chests take turns rising and falling in synchronized harmony like that for what seems like minutes.
When he finally lifts his hips and snaps them forward again with enough momentum to push me back a few feet toward the headboard, I scream his name, already feeling the beginnings of an orgasm tightening in my core.
I do my best to hang on, but my arms eventually fall to the comforter underneath me, gripping it with force as Ledger continues with a punishing pace. It’s all I can do to remind myself to keep breathing, despite his powerful body slamming into me again and again.
I have never in my life been fucked like this, of that I am one hundred percent certain.
Between each drive of his hips, his mouth hovers over the shell of my ear. His heavy breaths tickle over my skin as he speaks in his low husky voice.
“You are so goddamn beautiful.”Thrust. “I want you like this all night, Iz. Once isn’t going to be enough for me.”Thrust. “Fuck, when you squeeze my cock like that? It drives me mad.”Thrust.
He clamps down on his jaw and then stills after filling me to the hilt and causing me to pulse inside from the borderline unbearable fullness.
“Maybe I’ll stay like this until the sun comes up tomorrow. Look at us fitting perfectly together. Fuck, it’s better than a dream being inside you like this.”
My eyes cast down, and I swallow a whimper at the sight of his hips flush against mine. My mouth opens, but I’m speechless. Any words I had previously swirling around in my brain have dissipated into a fog of pleasure.
The fact that he’s choosing now to get wordy and talkative is a twist I didn’t see coming. This man, who typically remainsquiet with his many thoughts, is handing out sweet nothings like they’re candy, and I’m eating up every bit of his filthy words and promises.
