and moan, her body bucking, her hands tightening in his hair as she said his name over and over again. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves until she went completely rigid and screamed his name as she came.
Crawling up over her once more, he lowered his mouth to hers, allowing her to taste herself on his lips, loving the way she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly to her as she practically molded herself against him. He noticed that her body fit his perfectly.
“Need to feel you inside me,” she whispered. “Please, Donovan.”
“My pleasure, love.” And it definitely would be.
Damn it, Presley. My thoughts instantly drifted back to her and all that shit that was going on between us. I needed an outlet and knew that I had to tie this thing up with Donovan and Kora, because like it or not, I’d never put so much of myself on paper, but this … this was all me.
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Jake
As I flipped the page, I knew this was the final chapter. These two people had gotten where they needed to be. What happened next would seal the deal for them, tie them together, transform them from two souls into one. And yes, I knew it was happily ever after, a foreign concept to some, but it was the way things worked.
At least in my story.
Kora knew that this was moving in the wrong direction, and it had nothing to do with the fact that Donovan knew how to play her body like a fiddle finely tuned instrument. The way he touched her, the way he looked at her… he had officially torn down the walls that she’d purposely erected to keep her heart from getting in this position in the first place.
Only she wasn’t running away from him.
Here she was, and she was falling.
One day.
One fucking day.
Hell, not even that, and she feared she was falling in love with this man.
That didn’t happen, though, right? There was no such thing as love at first sight. She was confusing lust for love. It’d happened to others before; she knew that much. But it didn’t happen to her. Life hadn’t been that good to her, and she’d come to expect the disappointment.
“Kora,” Donovan whispered, his lips brushing hers ever so lightly as his weight returned above her. “Need to feel you. Want to be inside you again.”
Yes. She needed to feel him, too. Now more than ever.
As he entered her, she closed her eyes and held on tight, loving the way he filled her so completely. This wasn’t as it had been in the storage closet. They weren’t fucking for the sake of fucking, and maybe they should’ve been.
No, this was more, and she wasn’t sure she could handle this man.
“Stay with me, Kora.”
His breath fanned her face, and she opened her eyes to see him looking staring down at her, an emotion in his eyes that she couldn’t name.
“Let me love you.”
Holy shit. I hadn’t seen that coming, but now that I thought about it, it made perfect sense. This was no longer solely about two bodies coming together. It was more than that.
God, yes. She could let him love her. She needed him to love her.
Kora forced her eyes to remain open as he slid deeper into her body, staring into those intriguing emerald pools, letting him see what she was feeling because she didn’t know any other way to do this.
“Yes, baby,” he crooned. “Watch me.”
She swallowed hard as he pushed inside, withdrawing slowly, then thrusting forward once again. He continued, never increasing the pace. She felt every inch of him inside her, hard and perfect, brushing against nerve endings she hadn’t known existed. But more than that, she felt something else inside, but this was in her chest. As though the pieces of her heart were mending even though she knew that wasn’t possible.
Still, she wanted to believe that it could happen. That there could be one person out there in the world meant just for her and it didn’t require endless hours of conversation before the true depth of emotion would be revealed.
“Ah, baby.” Donovan stroked her cheek and she realized a tear had slipped free. “I won’t hurt you. Never hurt you.”
The hot ball of emotion lodged in her throat, and she pulled him closer, burying her face in his neck as she allowed her body to revel in the pleasure, to feel the warmth of