Page 149 of Money Reigns
My pants shoved down.
Soon, there’s nothing between us but skin and heat and the gravity that pulls me into her like the tide.
I settle over her, kissing down her throat, her breasts, her stomach—worshipping every curve until she’s trembling.
My hands roam her thighs, her hips, her back.
Owning.
Devouring.
Claiming.
When I guide myself to her entrance, I pause, pressing my forehead to hers.
Her eyes, wide, glassy, shining, undo me all over again.
Slowly, I push inside.
She gasps.
Her body clenches around me, welcoming me in, taking me deep until I’m buried to the hilt.
My jaw locks; my chest heaves.
This isn’t hunger.
It’s not rage.
It’s something else—deeper, quieter.
More dangerous.
I start to move.
Slow. Deliberate.
Each thrust feels like a vow carved into stone.
My past burns away in the heat of her body, in the softness of her hands gripping my shoulders.
Every scar.
Every shadow.
I rewrite all of it inside her.
She’s not my escape.
She’s my future.
She’s everything.
Her lips brush my ear, her breath hot and trembling.
“I love you.”
The words tear me wide open.
