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Chapter 30

April

“Ford, I’d find you every time.” My thighs tighten around his waist so I can lift myself high enough to meet his lips.

I love how he kisses me, as if the spin of the earth has paused and he’s only living in that very moment.

My chest aches with the swell of emotions. How can I feel this intensely for him? Is it like Mason said, knowing from the very second Ford and I met?

I never believed it before, but I do now.

The empty longing of the last two days of not being with him has rattled me.

It showed me the truth.

And nearly losing him…that’s a pain I hope to never experience again.

But it’s fading with every touch of his lips, every nip of his teeth as he licks and nibbles his way down my body.

My nerve endings are on fire, begging for his mouth, his palm, the burn of his whiskers.

All there is, is him.

There’s no memories of anything else. The past I thought I’d never forget disappears inch by inch under his tender strokes.

When his tongue reaches the seam of my yearning pussy, the very poles of the planet shift.

“Ever since I snuck a taste, I’ve been craving more.” His words vibrate against me. “You’re like a drug, April. I tried so damn hard to fight it, because I knew once I gave in, I’d never want to quit you.”

With a long, slow lick, he savors me like a sweet dessert. “I’m addicted now,” he groans, sending another spark of heat through me.

The pressure in my belly grows with every burning nibble.

His rough palms cup my hips, circling to grip my thighs, spreading me to feast deeper.

Panting, I fist his hair and writhe beneath him.

I want him to hurry and never stop.

One of his hands slips down, his finger joining the magic of his mouth as he propels me closer to the edge.

“You tell me if it hurts.” His pale gray eyes watch me over my quivering stomach. “That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.” As if to emphasize, he peppers my inner thigh with a series of light kisses until he suctions my stiff clit between his lips.

My ribs hover above the mattress and my chin arches towards the ceiling, silently begging him for more.

He doesn’t know it, but I’ll never tell him to stop.

I don’t care if I have bruises after. I’ll be able to look in the mirror and remember the passion in his eyes, the intensity that he grasps me.

The want. The need.

The love.

His second finger slides into me, pushing me precariously to crashing.

“Ford…fuck…” My whine seems to invigorate him. His tongue flicks in a rapid pulse that hurtles me into a spasm of ecstasy. Waves of pleasure both contract and relax every muscle until I collapse, gasping, into the damp sheets.

“So damn perfect,” he mutters against my throbbing pussy.

But he doesn’t let up. He dives back between my limp legs as if he’s starving.

I’m so sensitive it almost stings.

Pushing my knee up, he rolls my hips to open me even more.

Three fingers.

It’s almost too much.

Cold sweat prickles my forehead as his knuckles churn in a deep rhythm with his tongue.

My palm brushes the wild hair from my face, and I catch a glimpse of the pink scars still healing on my wrist.

That was pain.

What Ford’s doing isn’t. I can feel him spread his hand, stretching me.

He’s getting me ready.

And my god does it feel good.

It’s a whole different level of exquisite sensation, tugging at some hidden well of rapture that I never knew existed.

My nails dig at his scalp when he withdraws. “Please—” There’s an empty void he’s unleashed that I need filled.

He’s the only one who can.

“Patience, Frosty.” His lips work in a broadening arc away from the apex of my thighs, following the path of his hand.

He traces the length of my leg, kissing the inside of my knee, raising it to nip on the cusp of my ankle. “Every inch of you,” he groans as he shifts until he’s poised above me.

His piercings catch the last of the sun, twin rows of silver barbells standing above the curls of my pussy like a skyscraper.

Kneading the bottom of my foot with his thumb, he threads my heel over his shoulder and stares down at me.

“It took me a while to own it, but you’re mine, April.” He lifts my waist, tilting me to align himself, he lets the studded shaft of his thick cock rub down my slick slit until the full length of him glistens. Each sending a tiny jolt through me.

“And I’m never letting you go,” he grunts, pushing his engorged head into the hollow between my legs.