Page 102 of Death

When I’m done, I rinse the washcloth under warm water before taking care of myself, then I give her a kiss and say, “Get your sexy ass in bed.”

I follow her back into the bedroom and wait for her to climb onto the mattress before I crawl over her.

A happy smile tugs at her mouth, making my chest fill with all the love I feel for her.

Lying on my side, I pull her against my body. I position her leg over my hip, then take hold of my hard as fuck cock and position myself at her entrance.

Just like earlier, I have to rock slowly until her arousal coats me before I can slowly push inside her.

Whatever you do, don’t lose control and fuck her.

Once I’m buried to the hilt, I wrap my arms around her and crush her to my chest.

This is going to be some serious next-level torture, but what my woman wants, she gets.

I close my eyes and try to level out my breathing, but feeling her tightly wrapped around me makes my body start to tremble.

Focus.

Ciara moves, lifting her leg a little higher, and I feel her breaths bursting over my chest. Then she brings her hand to my side and trails her fingers down to my ass.

“You are such a fucking temptress,” I grumble.

Her body shakes as she silently chuckles.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I growl.

Tilting her head back, she nods, then she pushes against my chest, and I roll onto my back.

“My poor baby,” she whispers, her tone filled with so much love and laughter, it makes my heart clench in my chest. “Let me take care of you.”

Yes. Fucking. Please.

She begins to move up and down, and I get a fucking amazing view of her pussy taking my cock.

I brush my hand up her legs, which are braced on either side of my hips, then I grip hold of her hips and we find a perfect rhythm, as if our bodies have always known each other.

She feels so good on top of me, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, thrusting harder and harder inside her.

Fuck that. There will be no sleeping done tonight. I’m going to fuck her until the sun rises.

Chapter 30

CIARA

It’s been a while since I last saw Grace, but this time, as I walk up the path with Santiago, I feel like a different person.

The way this man has healed me is unbelievable. He’s the cure to the disease that was killing me.

We walk around the bend, and Grace’s house comes into view. Then I see her pacing up and down the bridge, and I let go of Santiago’s hand.

“Grace,” I call out, and it has her head snapping toward me before she begins to run.

Just like before, we plow into each other, and I hold her as tightly as I can.

“I missed you so much,” she gasps.

“I missed you, too,” I say, the confidence I’ve gained from Santiago, clear in my voice.