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Time ceased to exist as I made love to her. Her body turned to putty in my hands, the tension draining from her muscles as her chest rose and fell with each breath. She looked so beautiful—so open, so free.
Taking one hip in my hand, I gently rolled her to her belly on top of the soft rug. Her muscles tensed as her back was exposed to me in the silvery light. Stark lines crisscrossed her body, from the top of her shoulders to the backs of her calves, and though I had seen them before, the sight still made my heart stutter in my chest. Her hands curled into fists, and she ducked her head as if to hide from me.
I skated my hands up her sides, then placed them on either side of her and leveraged my body directly over her. Her back arched slightly, her bottom lifting toward me, practically urging me to sink inside her. My dick swelled against my zipper as her ass pressed against me, and she gave her hips a little wiggle. It was tempting as fuck, but there was something I needed to do first.
Her body went rigid as stone when I kissed the first scar. My tongue and lips followed each dark line as if I could erase the memory of betrayal and anger burnt into her skin, and replace it instead with love and tenderness.
Over the past week, the wounds had begun to heal, and in time, they’d be gone completely. But the scars inside would remain until she purged them from her memory. I planned to be by her side for the rest of her days, replacing every bad memory with ten good ones.
I kissed another mark right above her bottom, and she inhaled sharply. Keeping one hand firmly on her back, I used one hand to flick open the button fly then worked the waistband down my legs. I kicked free of the fabric and fisted my cock as she shifted restlessly.
“Eric...”
“I know, baby.” Sliding my free hand under her belly, I lifted her hips until her pretty pussy was exposed to me in the moonlight. I let out a little hiss as I eased my shaft inside, and it was immediately enveloped by her wet heat. I wanted to bury myself deep inside her, stay there forever.
“Fuck, Jules...”
She pressed backward, and I sank in to the hilt. Our mingled gasps filled the air, and I clutched at her hips as I tried to clamp down on my control. The urge to move hard and fast was overwhelming. It’d been too damn long, and I needed to feel her.
I guided her to a sitting position, her back against my chest. Then I began to move. I nibbled along her neck and collarbone, the view as I stared down at her incredible. Her tits bobbed up and down with each shallow thrust, and I cupped them in my hands, feeling their familiar weight. Her nipples strained, tight and erect, and I brushed my thumbs over the sensitive peaks.
Her head dropped back to rest on my shoulder, and I bit down on the space where her neck met her shoulder. She let out a soft cry, and her pussy clenched around me. Fire burned low in my belly, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. Slipping one hand down her stomach to the apex of her thighs, I dipped into the silky wet heat. Her swollen clit was distended from her earlier orgasm, and she moaned as I circled the bundle of nerves.
One hand on her breast, I tweaked and teased the tiny point until she writhed in my arms, hovering on the precipice once more. She came apart with a ragged groan, her body falling forward under the force of her orgasm. She let out a little whimper as I pulled out, her sensitive inner muscles clutching at me as I withdrew. My dick ached to be back inside her, and I bit back an oath as my gaze swept over her perfectly shaped ass, evidence of her arousal glistening on her thighs in the moonlight.
Her legs quivered, and I stroked one hand over her bottom, cupping the perfect globe. “So beautiful.”
Her pretty green eyes watched me intently as I lay down next to her. “Come here, baby. I want you right here where I can see you.”
She braced her hands on my chest as I lifted her over me, and I lined myself up with her opening. Then I thrust hard. Gripping her hips, I fucked her slow and steady, so deep she’d feel me forever. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, her eyes closing as her face contorted into an expression of sheer ecstasy. Just watching her pretty face turned me on, made me so damn hard. A tingling shot up my spine, and I knew I was getting close.
“You’re mine, Jules.” I threaded one hand through her silken locks and pulled her down to me. “Only mine.”
She made a sexy little sound as I rolled my hips, and I claimed her mouth, curling my tongue over hers. She ripped herself away, panting as she ground herself against me. “Come for me, baby... Need to feel you one more time.”
As if my words spurred her on, I felt her walls clench around me, and she let out a keening cry. Her pussy clamped down on me, and I gritted my teeth, trying to stave off my orgasm. I started to lift her off me, but her knees gripped my thighs like a vise.
“Jules... Goddamn it, baby, I—”
She shoved herself down on me one more time, setting off my release, and I let out a ragged groan. “Fuuuuck!”
Hot cum spurted deep, filling her up, and I pumped up into her twice more before collapsing on my back, Jules slumped over me. My cock still seated firmly inside her, I could feel our mingled lovemaking, and the sensation was erotic as hell.
We lay there in a tangle of limbs on the cold floor, moonlight streaming in around us, bathing us in a silvery glow. I stroked a hand up and down her back, our chests heaving, the only sound our labored breaths.
“Sweetheart?”
“Hmmm?” Her rumbled response vibrated through my chest, and I fought a smile at the sleepy sound of her voice.
“I didn’t pull out.”
“I know.” Her words were soft but sure.
Hope flared. Did that mean she planned to stay around?
“What if you get pregnant?”
She lifted her head and blinked those sensual emerald eyes at me. “You want kids, right?”
With her? Hell yeah, I did. “Only yours.”
“And I want yours.”
I framed her face in one hand and took her mouth in a single hard kiss. I’d meant what I said; She was mine, and I was never letting her go.
Jules lifted herself off me, then slipped down to cuddle against my side, and I sifted my fingers through her hair as I turned my attention to the night sky outside. Not a cloud in sight, thousands of bright stars shimmered against the inky backdrop. I dredged up a memory from what seemed like a lifetime ago, and I repeated the same words to her now as I had then. “Gonna be a cold night.”
I felt her smile against my chest, and she tipped her head up to look at me. “I never did look into that. Still sounds a little fishy.”
I let out a chuckle. “You don’t need to look it up. You should just assume I’m always right.”
She smacked my chest lightly, playfully, a smile curling her mouth. Suddenly, it slipped away and her eyes turned serious, her expression taking on a quality of remorse. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
She laid her left hand over my chest, and her gaze dropped to it for a moment. “I lost my ring. My uncle took it when I got to his house, and I couldn’t find it.” Tears clouded her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Delving both hands into her hair, I drew her further up my body and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry about that, baby. Besides...” I swiped out with my right hand, searching for my jeans. I felt a tiny bulge in the front pocket, and I fished out. “You didn’t lose it. I have it right here.”
Her mouth formed a small O, and her eyes lit up. “You found it!” She practically snatched it from my fingers. “But how?”
No fucking way was I ever going to tell her that story. I lifted one shoulder and traced my fingers over the back of her hand as she slipped it on. “It was returned to me afterward.”
Not a complete lie, but it was the best she was ever going to get from me.
“I was so worried it was gone forever,” she lamented softly.
Once more, I wondered what had transpired at her uncle’s house. “If it holds bad memories, if you want to replace it...”
I wasn’t sure how I would swing it, but I was sure I had some kind of return policy.
Jules’s chin jerked up. “No!” Her fingers curled into a little fist. “I want this one. It’s perfect.”
My stomach let out a little grumble, and Jules let out a tinkling laugh. “Did you work up an appetite?”
A smirk tipped up the corners of my mouth.” Yeah, but I’m not sure if I’m hungry or for food... or for you.”
Jules kissed my chest. “How about food, then me?”
It sounded like the best thing I’d heard in a long time.