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Story: The Strategist

I squealed. “Hey!” I’d never been carried like this. But then again, I’d been experiencing a lot of unforgettable firsts with him. This took second place after the piggyback ride.

Gripping his muscular back, I looked at my fishing line and noticed something yanking at the float. “I got a bite! I caught something! Put me down!” Then I saw the line go still.“No . . .”

“You caught the biggest fish there is—me.” He slapped my ass. “We’ll resume our fishing later.”

Arrow rushed me into the house and straight to the bedroom at lightning speed. The hungry look in his eyes sent my stomach churning. He stripped off his clothes while watching me remove mine. Then his mouth covered mine in a deep kiss. All thoughts escaped me but the taste of him, the feel of him.

I fell back onto the bed, loving his weight on me. His hand skimmed down my rib cage, igniting a trail of heat I’d missed. This connection with him was something I’d cherish forever. He dropped kisses all over my face, my neck, and my breasts. I let out a series of moans, surrendering to his hands, mouth, and tongue.

His fingers traveled to the junction between my legs and found me wet and ready for him. As he slid two fingers into me, he looked at me. The lovein those eyes belonged to a warrior finding his reason for existence. I didn’t know how I knew it, but I did.

My heart quivered, and I released a moan as his fingers glided in and out.

“So perfect.” His fingers pumped into me with an irresistible rhythm that made me yearn for more.

I lifted my hips to a different angle while he sucked my breast. My body was on fire from his fingers and his mouth.

“You’re mine.” He looked up at me.

“And you’re mine,” I gasped.

“Forever and ever.”

A prayer. A promise.The words traveled all the way into my soul.

“Forever and ever,” I repeated.

The statement was a promise of ourselves to each other. I didn’t know I’d teared up until he brushed a stream from my cheek.

“Tears of immense joy,” I said, not wanting him to think it was something else.

“I know.” He kissed me again before moving down my body. “You’re being worshipped today.”

“I want it every day,” I said, absorbing the thrill zipping up and down my body. My legs parted for him almost automatically.

He laughed. “Anything you want, love.”

Arrow looked at my wet center, and he licked his bottom lip.I blushed even though he’d seen me many times. Growling, he lowered his mouth and licked. He took his time with me. And I loved watching him love me. He wasn’t simply pleasuring me; he was genuinely enjoying himself.

Sensations bloomed in me as I writhed under his lips and tongue. He shifted me to the side and lifted my leg to give him access from a different angle.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he crooned as he feasted.

The unexpected change in tempo shoved me closer to the edge. I sensed the impending orgasm building and finally exploding in me.

“Arrow!” I gasped and trembled.

He lifted his head, smirked, and plunged into me. He drove in and out, creating this delicious friction that shattered me even further. My body convulsed. My muscles tightened around his cock.

“You feel so good, baby. You love me fucking you hard?”

“Yes!”

He slammed in harder, deeper. He grunted as his hand caressed the spot where we connected. “I love you so much.”

I wanted to say I loved him too, but another orgasm flooded my brain. I couldn’t muster up a thought, much less a word. The noises coming from me were practically animalistic.

He cried out my name, and I’d never heard anything so beautiful. So possessive. So satisfied.