The Revenge Pact (Kings of Football #1) - Ilsa Madden-Mills Page 0,106
where her heart is. “On the outside. And here. Right here.” I trace a heart there.
Her throat moves as she swallows. “I love you.”
I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to how those words make me feel.
“Touch me,” she begs.
I hover over her, my bigger body encasing hers. I kiss her forehead, her nose, her chin, then her lips. And I am lost. In the feel of her body against mine, in the smell of her, in the yearning and urgency of her tongue. Pressing her hands out beside her head, I lace our fingers together and kiss her again and again, long and slow and lazy.
“River…” she gasps.
I suck her neck and her body arches into mine. “Hands to yourself,” I whisper as I unlace our fingers and cup her breasts, bringing them to my mouth. “I waited a year for you. I’m going to feast.”
She lets out a shuddering breath as I graze my teeth over the tender flesh of her nipple. I suckle until her breasts are pink, until she squirms and reaches for me. I work my way down her body, leaving no piece of her untouched. My lips and teeth and tongue find her collarbone, the side of her waist, her hips, the freckle on her side, her belly button, the inside of her thighs.
I’m on my knees at the end of the bed and she’s in front of me, her legs spread. I taste her, my fingers spreading her as I take what’s mine. My tongue dances over her as I sink my finger inside.
“So wet for me,” I groan against her. “I’m going to fuck you over and over and over…”
She moans and puts her hands in my hair. My pulse pounds as I pump slowly with my fingers, her breathy gasps ramping me higher.
“So expressive, Anastasia…” I say as my finger rubs the top of her channel, the place I touched on the rooftop that sent her over the edge. “You wanna come on my fingers?” I ask gruffy as I look up and hold her eyes. Hers are blown, completely dilated.
“Yes,” she breathes as she twists on the bed.
“Hmmm, I’m glad our first time is here, with the snow and the stars.” I suck her pearl into my mouth, my teeth grazing the skin.
She whimpers and tenses, her body tightening.
“That’s it,” I purr.
“River…” Her hands fling down and grab the comforter, making fists as she arches up and calls my name again. Her core clenches, spasming around my fingers as her body flushes a pink color. Her head tosses from side to side, her lips parted as she tries to breathe.
“Anastasia…” I growl. “Damn. Beautiful.”
Her body vibrates, still reverberating from the aftershocks as I take my time, working my hands up her thighs to her waist and her chest.
“Take me. Own me for real,” she says.
Easing between her legs, I take her hips and brush my cock over her entrance, then up to her clit, moving through the slickness.
She shudders. “Don’t tease me…”
I can’t. I want her too bad. That first pump is slow, halfway in, and my heart pounds as I pause and say roughly, “Eyes on me, baby. Never look away. All those days I spent trying to not look at you, I want it all now.” I push and slide in deeper, pivoting my hips to twist inside her.
She bites her lip and holds my gaze.
I dip my head to hers, pressing our foreheads together as I thrust in and out, faster, then harder. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her as she takes it.
Details fly at me: the song on repeat, the smell of her, the sweat between us, the sound she makes when I slide out then push back inside…
Her hands clench my shoulders, her nails digging in, leaving marks. “River…” she calls out as her legs wrap around me.
She’s mine, all mine.
“You feel so good…” I sigh as I tilt her hips up to go deeper, our eyes never drifting. I see the future there, don’t know how it’s going to work out, don’t know when I’ll get her in my arms like this again, but this, this, give me all of it, every moment.
My thumb brushes circles over her clit as I move inside her.
She digs her heels into my back, arching, wanting more.
“River…”
“I’m there, baby, there, let go, let go…”
She stiffens, shuddering breaths coming from her mouth as she writhes and goes over the edge, and I go with her, roaring