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She moans, her tongue stroking mine. The movement reminds me of a slow dance, tantalizing and almost bewitching. Erotic and enticing. Passionate and seductive. Nothing else matters as we lose ourselves in each other.

I pull her to me and slip my hand under her shorts and silky panties. When I find her sweet spot, I circle it gently, slowly, but her panting makes me quicken my pace. Moving south, I slip two fingers inside her, and in response, her head falls back against my chest.

She grasps the couch, digging her fingernails into the fabric. “Keep going… Please… It feels so good…”

My cock strains against my sweatpants, begging me to fuck her. I close my eyes, resisting the urge to rush things. I move my fingers in and out of her with a steady rhythm, using my thumb to caress her clit.

Eagerly, she rides my hand. She wants to come so badly, giving me the power I love the most. I slow, teasing her entrance and her clit, and then I pick up the pace again, going deeper before almost withdrawing my fingers.

God, I’m on the edge myself. She makes the sweetest sounds, her little whimpers and shaky breaths utter perfection.

“Fuck… Oh God.” She contracts around my fingers, and her whole body tenses as she comes.

As she relaxes, I suck my fingers into my mouth. She tastes heavenly, and, by some miracle, I can devour her any time I want. And I want everything she has to give. Every inch of her body, every breath she takes, every word she says. Every scent. Every taste. She is mine.

She stands and pulls down her shorts, along with her panties.

She hoists herself over my lap, lifting the hem of her tee, and I help her take my cock out. With her tiny hand gripping my shaft, she lowers onto me in reverse cowgirl. “So full now… I love your dick…”

Her movements are slow, almost leisurely. Her round, tight ass bounces in front of me, the sight sending my pulse skyrocketing.

“You feel so good, Bella… Fuck me, baby…”

“Like that?” Rotating her hips, she takes me so deep, I see stars. The sounds of our bodies meeting only add to the desire coursing through me, tingling down my spine to my balls. “Deeper?”

“Yes… Ride me, baby… Give me all of you…” I grasp her ponytail and yank her head back before I gently grip her throat from behind. “Your sweet pussy full of my cum…so full…and so fucking deep…”

She’s in complete control, angling her hips in the best way.

I lower my hand, caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples before I sneak my fingers to her clit, rubbing it faster, adjusting to her movements and winding her up.

It’s in moments like this that I realize, sometimes I don’t even know my limbs from hers.

“Fuck… I’m gonna come…” She drops her head back against my shoulder, her plump lips parted. “Choke me, Xander… Please…”

A zap of energy zips through me, and I unleash. There’s no stopping the orgasm barreling through me. As I spill inside her, I wind one arm around her waist then wrap my other hand around her throat. “Fuck. Asking me to choke you like that is a surefire way to get me to come.”

“You love it…” Her voice is hoarse.

I squeeze harder, smiling. “When you say shit like that, it sends me over the edge. I lose all control.”

“I love it when you lose control.” She sucks in a breath. I release her, and she coughs, but then she hits me with a wicked grin. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“Hot?” My dick trembles inside her, already eager for more. “On a scale of one to five, how badly do you want to go to our bedroom and let me fuck you from behind?”

“Ten.” No hesitation. She knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to demand it.

“Such a good girl.” In one move, I flip her around before I stand and head to our bedroom. The whole way there, we stare at each other, riding the high of our orgasms.

I swat her ass, then drop her onto the bed. “On all fours, baby.”

She pulls her tee over her head and tosses it away before she settles on her hands and knees in the middle of our bed.

I drag a hand down her spine and settle it just above her ass. I’m already hard again—she does this to me without fail. I slap her ass again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint behind.

She hisses, but the sound quickly morphs into a moan, one that turns guttural when I slide inside her.

“Fuck… This position is my favorite.” I take my time sliding in and out of her. I’m in no rush. “You’re taking me so fucking well. Tell me what you want.”

“Oh God,” she says when I’m balls deep. “Harder…”

Shutting my eyes, I lose myself in the moment, in her.

Later, as I hold a sleeping Bella in my arms, I let my mind drift to our past. My love for her is so all-consuming, it’s terrifying sometimes, but I can’t imagine living without her.

I’m dedicated to Bella and our daughter, to my family, my friends, and football. I know exactly what I want, what I need to be happy. Bella and Isla are the source of my happiness, the oxygen that fills my lungs.

My girl went through hell. She fought her battles on her own, letting people put her down and sow seeds of doubt in her mind, letting them make her feel like she wasn’t enough. Now, she has me, and I’ll never grow tired of telling her how amazing she is.

She’s the sun that shines light into my life. It went right through to my heart and stayed—forever. Just like my love for her.

It’s everlasting.

The End of Book Two.