Page 39 of Desired By you (Always & Forever #3)

Chapter Thirty

Brad

Fuck me like you want me.

Words I hadn’t realized I was so desperate to have fall from her lips until she said them.

Want her? All I’ve done for months, probably since the moment I met her, is want her.

With an action that steals her breath, I slide out of her, lean back onto my heels, grip her hips with force, and flip her on her front, dragging her to her knees before I slam back inside with a power that has the bed frame hitting the wall.

She screams in pleasure as I take control of her body. Winding a hand round her long hair, I tug, making her back arch as I drive into me. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yessss.” This is nothing like I’ve experienced or realized I was capable of feeling. It’s as if I’m tuned into her body, knowing exactly what it craves and needs. Her hands fist the sheets, desperate for something to hold on to.

The sound of her arousal, our bodies coming together, and our breathless moans fill the room.

Her walls begin tightening, and I can feel she’s close, and I am right there with her. Gabriella coming is one of the most addictive sights. Knowing she’s seconds from shattering, I pull out and flip her back on her back and push back inside her, lifting her hips so I hit that sweet spot.

“I need you to come for me, baby girl. Right now.” She falls apart, shudders wracking her body and I come right along with her, spilling inside her. My chest heaves as I watch her, as her neck arches, hands kneading her breasts, eyes closing as she surrenders to the pleasure I’m giving her.

“Look at me,” I growl because it’s a need.

I need her to look at me. She does, her amber eyes laser focused on me as we crash back down to reality together.

A feeling of contentment floods my body as it relaxes.

I lean forward, covering her body with mine, and kiss her.

Gabriella has me on a rush far more powerful than any drug or drink ever could, and I fear she’s now become an addiction I’ll need to feed and succumb to every day.

But she’s not mine to keep, she never was.

But with every passing day, she makes me believe I could maybe be the man who’s worthy of keeping her.

I slide out of her, pulling her close as I hold her so tightly, like she’s about to be ripped away from me, because that’s what it feels like, and it hurts.

A mixture of emotions goes to battle in my mind as we lie there in a comfortable silence.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to keep my soft spot for her under control and not let it grow. But it became bigger than me.

I wasn’t supposed to fall for Gabriella Monroe, but I think that’s what I’ve done and now I’ve got to work out how to tell her I want to keep her, and hope she’ll want to keep me too.