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I squirm beneath him, dampness coating my thighs. His pointer finger slides down, and I jump as it traces my clit. My head spins with lust as I pant.

That same finger drags down over my opening. Our eyes lock as he slips it inside of me, my hips lifting to meet him, driving him deeper. I only exist where he touches me.

His jaw clenches. “Gods, Layla, I could live a thousand lifetimes, fight a hundred battles, and never be worthy of being in your presence. ”

I raggedly pant, my head spinning as his fingers curl inside of me. Pleasure builds deep in my stomach and as good as his fingers feel, I need more, crave it.

My fingers trail the length of his cock. “More, I need more.”

His fingers slow before he pulls them from me, sticking them in his mouth to taste. My stomach flutters in anticipation. He inches closer and ever so carefully kisses me. The only thing I can hear is my pulse hammering in my ears as his kiss sings through my veins.

My desire overrides the feeling of vulnerability that threatens the moment. The walls I’d so carefully built between us crumble at a rapid rate, and I’m helpless to stop them. I want him to undo me.

Without breaking our kiss, I find Ledger’s briefs and pull them down. My eyes lower in time to see his cock spring free.

I bite my lip and roam the length of him. He moves his hips, and the head of his cock presses up against my throbbing clit, making me gasp.

My hips lift, chasing the sensation and rubbing myself shamelessly against him. Such a potent need for him fills my veins. All I can think of is him. His smell, his hands, his mouth, his skin.

I grip him and move him further against my entrance. Our eyes meet, our ragged breaths melding together .

Our faces hover a breath apart as he eases himself inside of me. I make a breathless noise as I adjust to the size of him. He moves with vexing restraint. I push his hips with my hands, encouraging him deeper.

He groans, and his body tremors as the full length of him settles inside of me. I rock against the feeling of fullness, chasing friction.

“Fuck,” Ledger breathes and moves his hands to my hips, holding them in place.

His pace is unhurried, and my nails dig into the skin of his back. Pleasure licks at my spine as he continues.

With each thrust, our powers lash out, caressing each other, intertwining. It’s a heady sensation, addicting, and leaves me wanting more. My skin buzzes pleasantly, a faint glow filling the room.

Ledger kisses me with reverence, driving my need higher. His self-control unravels as he tries so desperately to keep himself in check.

I’m dizzy with need, every nerve in my body rushing to meet him. Every part of me vying for his attention.

My body is a raging inferno as heat builds. He grips my breast, his calluses dragging over my nipple. His teeth bite at my earlobe, and his power vibrates my skin.

I’d never experienced a pleasure so intense, so all-consuming. I knew after tonight, there was no going back. I was fully handing this man the power to utterly and completely destroy me, and I welcomed it .

His thumb finds my clit moving in small devastating circles. My hips jump as the fire deep inside my belly ignites. I’m utterly defenseless as pleasure courses through me. My back arches, and I cry out as my body quakes.

I tighten around him, and a strangled noise escapes his throat. “ Fuck, Layla.”

His hand moves to my hair, gripping it and pulling my head back, baring my neck to him. He buries his face there, running his tongue up the column of my throat.

His cock is throbbing inside of me, and I’m still clenching around him in the aftershock of my orgasm.

His thrusts become faster, more desperate. A moment later, a shudder racks his body, and a groan tears from his throat.

He collapses atop me, my head in the crook of his neck. We lay there a moment, him still warm inside of me.

“Now that I have found you, I am certain I will search for you in every life.” I feel the words like an ache in my chest. He grabs my hand, the one I cut when I offered his father my blood.

He places a kiss on each fingertip before his thumb slides over the scar on my palm. He brings it to his mouth and places another full-mouthed kiss there, making my stomach flip.

I tug my fingers from his grasp and run them over the scars that trail his chest. Both scars tell our story, the story of us .

That moment, those memories weaving into a tangible bond. He picks me off the bed and walks us over to the bathroom, placing me on the counter to turn on the shower.

Warm steam fills the space and Ledger stands in between my thighs kissing me fervently. My legs wrap around him as he maneuvers us into the warmth.

Hot water flows down my back as he lowers us into the spray. He removes the bandage from my shoulder revealing freshly healed pink bite marks. He kisses the skin running the soap over my chest and down my abdomen.

He continues gliding it over the stained skin of my body with care. I lean into his touch, my knees going weak when he kneels in front of me running the bar of soap over my calves and up my thighs.

My toes curl as the soap coasts between my legs and a wicked smile crosses Ledger’s face. His beautiful dimple makes an appearance stealing my breath.

“My turn, Prince.” I stop his hand grabbing the soap as he stands. I run the earthy scented bar over his broad chest, skate it across his collar bones and down his strong arms, revealing his olive skin under the dirt and gore.

Ledger watches me intently, his smile gone, replaced with a look I can’t quite place. His hand finds my neck and I lean into it as his thumb swipes over my jaw.

The moment goes from sexual and playful to intimate, and I’m not sure what to do with it. Exhaustion creeps back into my consciousness, and I sway on my feet .

The full weight of the day settles on my shoulders. Ledger must notice because he leans over, placing a soft kiss to my lips, before turning off the water.

We dry off, Ledger disappearing briefly, coming back dressed and with another shirt in his hand.

He brings it over my head and helps my arms through the holes as it swallows me.

The earthy scent of him fills my nostrils and I bring the collar to my nose and inhale.

He watches the movement and his lip ticks up.

His fingers interlace with mine leading me to his bed. The lines between us blur as Ledger pulls me down next to him. My legs rub against the soft silk sheets before tangling with his. His arms band around me and I allow myself to take comfort in them, his nearness.

My body and mind are spent, fatigue sinking into my very bones. Sleep is no longer an option as I melt into Ledger, blackness claiming me almost instantly.