Fated Lies (Lies #3) - Ella Miles Page 0,62

get it tonight.

He takes his time kissing each corner of my mouth, then each side of my neck until I’m squirming beneath him. Only then does he kiss my lips. By then, any doubts or thoughts have disappeared.

His kisses are hungry and wild, not as controlled as I know he likes them to be—it seems he’s letting go too.

Neither of us needs to be in control. We just need to let our bodies and souls take over.

Our eyes meet and seem to agree. His body presses down gently on top of mine. Our bodies fit perfectly, as if we were designed for each other.

His cock presses down on my lower stomach as his mouth reconnects with mine. His hand finds my breast as mine trails down his back. And then, as if we both decide at the exact same time, we flip. I’m on top; he’s beneath me.

I claw at his chest and rub up against his cock, using him to get myself wetter before he enters me. His hands massage my breasts, flicking his thumbs across my sensitive nipples.

“You’re drenched,” Langston says with a smug smile.

I am—I’m so ready for him. I’ve been ready for him for years.

I lean down and kiss him as he bucks up against me.

Then, at the same time, we freeze.

“Condom?” I ask.

He frowns. “Any chance you think our cabin friend has one?”

I crawl up the bed, reluctantly letting go of Langston to dig into the drawer of the rugged-looking nightstand. I find cigarettes, a lighter, and a small bottle of rum, but no condoms.

I look around the room and see the door is open to the bathroom.

“Be right back,” I run into the bathroom. I check every drawer and cabinet, but I find none.

I sigh, as I grip the counter.

“It’s okay, I can just make you come,” Langston says from the doorway. His eyes pour over me, drenching my pussy further. He looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world he’s ever had eyes for.

“I could pull out?” he asks, as he steps behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

I take a deep breath. I don’t want to have our first and possibly only time together lack feeling him coming inside me.

I meet his eyes in the mirror. His eyes are soft, kind, and maybe even loving. Maybe I’m reading too much into his expression, but I know what I want.

“I trust you,” I say.

He sucks in a breath when I touch his hand and slide his hand down my front so he can feel how wet I still am for him. Throughout my search, nothing changed; if anything, I want him more now than before.

“I’ll pull—”

“No, I trust you. Take control. Fuck me like you want.” If I get pregnant, we’ll figure it out.

He fists my hair with one hand as he kisses me roughly down my neck and spine, while his other hand dips between my legs. He already knows how to work my body and clit, touching me with just enough pressure to make me weak in the knees.

“I’ve dreamed of this so many fucking nights…and as much as I would love to fuck you here and look into your eyes in the mirror as you come, I want you in a fucking bed our first time.”

He flips me around until I fall into his body. I jump as he grabs my ass and hungrily kisses my body.

We walk into the bedroom and collapse on the bed together—full of sweat, wetness, and saliva. All of it turns me on more.

He settles between my legs at the same time he lifts my hands and binds them together in his fist above my head. He doesn’t push inside me; he lowers his head to bite my nipple with his teeth.

I expect there to be a nervous anxiety as he takes control of my body, but it never comes.

I trust him.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me how dirty your thoughts are. Tell me you want my cock.” I see the tiniest hint of concern in his eyes, not sure if I’m going to back out. He really needs this, as much or more than me.

I slide my hips down, just enough to envelope the tip of his cock, but that’s all the power he gives me. He slams inside me, filling me completely.

I gasp at how he fills me.

He stills as soon as he’s fully inside me and our eyes lock once again. His fill with tears. He