Page 108 of Cruel Possession

And when he starts to rock, my pussy clenches down tight around him.

I let out a breathy gasp, clawing at his back, dragging him closer, rocking with him.

His cock throbs as he drives it deeper into me, burying himself to the hilt.

He nips at my neck before kissing his way down to my breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth.

When he bites down, it’s enough to send me over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me hard.

“Fuck yes,” he hisses, pumping faster. He takes both of my wrists in one hand and holds them high above my head. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good, love.”

“Come in me.” I arch up and bite the sensitive spot where his shoulder meets his neck.

He moans when I flick my tongue over it to soothe away the sting.

“Please, come inside me.”

He gives me everything I ask for and more, thrusting harder and faster until he comes.

When he finally pulls out, he doesn’t go far, pulling me on top of him with a lazy smile.

I grin down at him, folding my arms across his chest and propping my chin on them.

He reaches up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Do you like the house?”

“I love it.” I lean forward and kiss him. “And I love you.”

“I love you too.” His hands drift up and down my curves, sending tingles through my body. “Now, about that wedding. When do you want to start planning it?”

“Whenever.” I show off the ring on my finger. “I already feel like we’re married, so I don’t think it matters that much.”

He scoffs. “I want to give you your dreams.”

“What aboutyourdreams?”

“I already told you.” His fingers brush along the curves of my breasts, making my nipples stiffen to peaks.

I don’t think we’re going to make it out of this bed anytime soon.

“My dream wedding involves you, a tiny bikini, and somewhere warm.”

I laugh and kiss him, losing myself for just a moment before pulling back. “Fine, then we’ll plan the wedding for some tropical destination so you can have everything you want.”

He smirks and cups my face in his hands. “I already do.”

EPILOGUE

Aiden

I glanceat the box in Zoe’s hands as she brings it outside.

She dodges Bianca as the little girl zips by on her pushbike with Royce close behind her. The early spring sun is beating down, the perfect day to celebrate our engagement with the family, barbeque style.

We have kept our eyes and ears open to what’s happening on the streets.

There’s been no sign of Noah for the last month and a bit, and it’s unsettling. I’ve sent everyone I have after him, and I still can’t find the damn bastard.

Zoe hums and sets the box on the glass table, glancing over my shoulder at the burgers on the grill. “Are those going to be ready soon?”