Page 74 of Finally Found You

His warm hands spread and caress my legs as he disposes of the small article of clothing slowly, tempting me, scattering pleasure along the way. He rises, staring at my almost naked body. He snaps my bra open from the front clasp. I press my legs together, feeling the dampness between them.

His lips find my bare skin, planting kisses that flutter through me like the softest caress of butterfly wings. Each one leaves a trail of heat in its wake, igniting a fire that threatens to consume me.

“Fuck, I’ve been dying to taste you,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and husky, heavy with the weight of unsated desire. His words wash over me, eliciting a shudder that originates from the very core of my being.

“To feast on you,” he continues, his breath hot against my neck. He trails kisses down my collarbone. The sensation of his lips on my skin, coupled with the raw, primal tone, sends a wave of anticipation cascading through me. My heart hammers in my chest as his words seep into me, kindling a yearning that aches with its intensity.

“To burn from the inside out as I bury myself deep inside you,” he concludes, his words punctuated by another searing kiss, tracing a line close to my breasts. I draw a breath in a stuttered gasp as his lips brush against the base of my neck.

My heart skips several beats when his long fingers trace my body. My hands slide up and down his torso, learning every sharp line of those perfectly cut muscles. His hard erection presses against my stomach. The spark is back, this time igniting the center of my core.

He nibbles my skin, caressing every inch his lips have touched. I shiver as his tongue runs down my belly, and he separates my thighs. I cover my face with my hands as I scream when the tip of his tongue touches my core.

“Mm, you taste so sweet,” he murmurs, dipping his face against my pussy, his tongue flicking my swollen clit.

I grip the covers of the bed as he inserts a finger inside me, and his mouth continues making love to me. A force like none I’ve ever felt builds inside my body, concentrating right where Lysander’s mouth is.

I push myself harder against him, seeking release. The warmth he creates flows effortlessly in an endless stream of pleasure.

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Lysander

“Lysander,” she whispers when I touch her clit with my mouth. The desire in her voice increases.

Camilla gasps as I push two fingers inside her and kiss her swollen lips with my mouth before darting out my tongue and lashing it against her clit. I drink greedily from the nectar of her lust, her taste and aroma intoxicating. I nibble her bud again and again. I’m doing it fast enough to please her but slow enough to make it last.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, and I know she wants me to devour her and make it fast. I push a third finger inside her. Thrusting harder, urging her to the edge. Her body trembles and I slow my ministrations. She pushes herself against my hand, fucking my face as she seeks her release.

“Lysander,” she hoarsely cries my name over and over. “I want you.”

I push myself off the bed, grabbing one of the condoms I left on the nightstand before I left for the night. I open it and roll it along my length. Then I place myself between her parted thighs. I lower myself gently. Our gazes lock as I drive every inch of myself inside every inch of her.

When I’m inside her, I feel complete.

We kiss slowly as I fill her, and we move gently, igniting the fire between us. The flames consume us until the slow rhythm switches to an urgent demand for a passion that throws us into ecstasy. She pleads that I never stop.

I move faster, branding myself on her, trying to leave a print.

Camilla’s moans intensify, and the walls of her pussy pulsate around my cock. We’re both close, too close. I pump a few more times before the final blow sends us to the peaks of bliss.

“Lysander.” She gasps as I growl her name.

I collapse on top of her. “I love you,” I mumble as we burn.

We’re burning, consumed by a blaze that is as relentless as it is beautiful. Each touch, each whisper, each shared breath fans the flames, the heat growing with an intensity that is both exhilarating and terrifying.

We bask in this magical fire, lost and found in its mesmerizing dance. It’s a spectacle of passion and desire, of connection and intimacy that defies explanation. Our bodies move in a rhythm that is as old as time yet as unique as our intertwined souls. This is more than just physical communion. It’s a spiritual dance that celebrates the inexplicable bond that has drawn us together, that has bound our hearts in an unbreakable tether.

In this moment, we find our truth, our purpose.

We finally found us.

Chapter Forty-Two

Lysander

After that weekend, my life changes subtly. I find myself visiting Camilla every other week. Sometimes Kenzy joins me, and for others, she stays with the excuse that she has to work.

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