Page 70 of Chasing Lyric
But my body doesn’t care.
Another orgasm builds fast, faster than the last.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
I just feel.
“You gonna come again?” He rasps, the words punching out between ragged breaths. “You greedy little thing. You want it that bad?”
“Y-yes. Please… please, Chase.”
He snarls, the sound animalistic as his thrusts grow erratic. “Come with me. Come while I fuck every filthy thought you’ve ever had right into that sweet brain of yours.”
I cry out again, unable to stop it, as another orgasm crashes through me, ripping a hoarse scream from my dry throat as my body convulses around him. “Chase!”
“Fuuuck!” He swears loud and raw, before jerking forward one last time. His cock pulses deep inside as he groans through his climax, spilling into the condom, his grip on me brutal when he holds me in place.
We stay here, frozen in the aftershock, both of us panting like we just survived a goddamn war.
Eventually, he lowers me to the bed, his arms still wrapped around me, and rests against my back, his chest damp with sweat as he presses a soft, reverent kiss to my shoulder.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters into my skin, the gravel in his voice still thick with satisfaction.
I let out a breathless laugh, my body limp and buzzing, spent in the best way. “You got that right.”
Chase gently pulls himself off me and then spins me over, yanking me up the bed into a normal position. He falls to the mattress, pulling me to him, and I lay my head onto his chest, feeling the most relaxed I have in years. Resting in his arms, naked in the afterglow, has me on an almighty high.
That was the single most electrifying sexual experience of my life.
I stare at his chiseled chest, my finger running up and down his smooth torso, taking in this moment with him while his hand caresses my arm.
We’re in a comfortable calm.
A beautiful bliss.
Perfectly perfect.
He inhales deeply as if he’s smelling my hair, then he kisses the top of my head. “That was everything I expected and more.”
I peep up at him. “So, you’ve been thinking about this, then?”
“Don’t even pretend you haven’t, Starlight.”
I rest my head back down on his chest. “Mmm… I suppose you could say it crossed my mind once or twice.”
“So, do I get to keep my name?”
I glance up at him again. “Huh?”
A mischievous expression crosses his face. “Hallmark.”
I slap his chest. “Don’t you dare make your nickname into something dirty.”
He laughs, my body jostling with his movements. “Okay, okay… but still, I get to keep my nickname, right?”
I groan. “Oh God…” I murmur under my breath. “Yes, Chase, you’ll always be my Hallmark hero.”
