Page 141 of The Exit Strategy

Every inch of me rolls in time with his seduction. We’re so in tune with each other that when he sparks, I light. When he licks, I shudder. When he pulls, I push.

It’s why I’m caught off guard when pressure slips between my cheeks.

I think I scream when his thumb slips past the ring of muscle.

“You wanted slow, baby, and I want a first.”

I’ve lost all sense of space. Somehow he’s fucking my ass and pussy in time with his finger and tongue, and while my brain wants to work out logistics, my body gives in to sensation.

“Is this a first I can have, sweetheart?”

I blink as though I’m suddenly blinded by light. I’m a mole facing sunshine when I was expecting a long dark tunnel. I only vaguely hear a drawer open and close before his gaze is crashing into mine again.

“What?” I snap. The release of negative energy feels so fucking good because my body is waiting for the last thread to break.

His thumb circles my back entrance again, and my body trembles with the kind of pleasure I thought only happened in my romance novels.

“Are you—” Holy shit. Breathing is hard. “Are you asking to fuck my ass, Cole?”

“That mouth,” he growls, and then takes no mercy on my clit.

His fingers are everywhere, turning me into a live wire shooting sparks into the ether, waiting for the explosion.

“Come,” he demands while his teeth have my clit trapped. The vibrations, the puff of hot air, his fingers pulling pleasure from the deepest recesses of my core, all send me spiraling into an orgasm I won’t recover from.

And he doesn’t let up.

Somehow, he keeps moving in a slow, delicious dance that only he knows the steps to, and my body is the conduit for his music.

Tears leak from my eyes as the orgasm tightens muscles I didn’t know I had.

“Beautiful,” I hear him murmur. “Mine. Beautiful. Mine.”

He’s chanting, and I wonder if I passed out as feeling creeps across my limbs.

Cole’s above me, staring down with a strange smile I’ve never seen.

Mine.

That’s what his smile says.

And he’s right.

I am his. There’s no fighting it. There’s no denying.

I was born to be his.

And he was born to be mine.

His fingers move again. Fuck. He’s still inside me.

And he asked me a question.

“I’ve never had anal sex.” I can’t believe I don’t blush. Or perhaps, my entire body is just too flushed from an orgasm I swear sent me straight to heaven.

“But do you want to?” He’s so gentle, so…Cole.

Do I?