Page 56 of One More Chance
I pressed a kiss to her temple, then to her cheek. “Do you want more?”
She looked up at me with her sleepy eyes as she reached down to wrap her hand around my pulsing cock. "I want this."
"Your wish is my command." I entered her gently, as slowly as I could, fighting my every urge to thrust as deep and hard into her as possible. I cradled her body against mine and as we moved together, she curled into me as if she’d been waiting all this time for me to come home.
Her thighs trembled against mine as her breathing turned ragged.
"You okay?" I asked. My voice was rough. I was barely hanging on, my balls already tight.
“Yes... don’t go slow.”
Whatever restraint I still had was shattered in that moment, swept away by the whirlwind of her voice, her heat, her body, her trust. I held her tighter, kissed the slope of her shoulder, and thrusted into her with a desperate urgency, the rhythm fast and punishing. Her body yielded to every movement with breathless and ravenous need.
"I'm going to fuck an imprint of my cock into you."
Her nails dug into my shoulder, clinging to me as if she were drowning under the waves of pleasure. "Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me so hard that I think of your cock for days."
The sound of our skin meeting was overlaid by her whimpers, which turned into moans, which were punctuated by screams.
Ah, it's too much.
My hips ached as I thrusted mercilessly into her.
“Fuck, Sloane,” I groaned against her neck, my lips dragging over the damp heat of her skin. “I won’t last long.”
“Don’t care,” she whimpered. “Come with me.”
That was all it took.
Her body clenched tight around me and I lost it. My release hit hard, every muscle locked as I buried myself deep, a guttural sound ripping from my throat as if it had been imprisoned for years.
I held onto her, forehead pressed to her temple, arms curled around her. “Fuck,” I breathed, “You've ruined me,” Still inside her, still connected in every way that mattered. Her legs trembled around me as I murmured, “You’re mine.” My lips brushed her cheek. "And I'm yours." The words were not a command but a vow.
She let out a sound, something between a laugh and a sigh, then pulled me closer.
We stayed like that, entangled and trembling, our breathing uneven while our hearts thundered. Our sweat-slicked skin cooling as the intensity of the moment ebbed to leave only love in its wake.
Sloane let out a long, contented breath, her body heavy and boneless in my arms as she blinked up at me, eyes hazy with sleep. “I think I need… a nap.”
I smiled, brushing a damp strand of hair off her forehead. “You’ve certainly earned it.”
She was already drifting. I kissed her lips before I eased out of bed and pulled the blankets over her shoulders. She curled into them with a happy sound, like the warmth was permission to let go.
I stood there for a while watching her sleep. The softness in her features, the calm that had settled where stress used to live. I felt it too; a happiness I hadn’t known in years.
I snuck a clean pair of sweats from the garage and headed quietly to the bathroom. The shower was quick, enough to wash off the sweat and to steady myself as the water ran over me.
Cold shower. Like a factory reset.
By the time I padded out, the house was already stirring. Liam was at the kitchen table, eyes glued to his phone. Violet sat cross-legged on the floor with colored pencils scattered around her like confetti.
“Morning,” I said, ruffling Liam’s hair as I passed.
He grunted in that half-asleep preteen way, barely glancing up. Violet gave me a beaming smile.
“Where’s Mom?” she asked, looking around me.
“She’s resting,” I said. “She had a long night.”
