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I smiled against her stomach before continuing my journey downward, kissing her hip bones, the inside of her thighs. When I finally put my mouth on her, she cried out, her back arching off the bed.
I took my time there too, tasting her, learning what made her writhe and beg.
Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me to her as I worked her higher and higher.
When she came against my mouth, crying out my name, I felt a surge of possessive satisfaction that she was mine, all mine.
“Please,” she panted when I kissed my way back up her body. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” I promised, positioning myself at her entrance. “Always.”
I pushed inside her slowly, carefully, mindful of the babies and her comfort. She was tight and hot around me, her body welcoming me home, and it took everything in me not to just thrust hard and fast like my body was screaming at me to do.
“Okay?” I asked, holding still once I was fully inside her, giving her time to adjust.
“Perfect,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Move, Tristan. Please move.”
I did, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, setting a slow, steady rhythm that had us both gasping.
Each thrust was deliberate, controlled, designed to give her maximum pleasure without being too rough or fast.
Her hands slid down my back, her nails digging into my skin in a way that would definitely leave marks but I didn’t care. I loved wearing her marks, loved having physical proof of her passion,
‘More,‘ she panted. “I need more.”
I adjusted my angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out, her whole body tensing beneath me.
I could feel her getting close, could feel the way her inner walls were starting to flutter around me.
“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged, keeping my pace steady even though I was close too, my own release building at the base of my spine. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
My hand slid between us, finding her clit and rubbing in circles the way I knew she loved.
The dual sensation of me inside her and my fingers on her sensitive spot pushed her over the edge.
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She came with a cry, her body arching off the bed, her inner muscles clamping down around me so tight it was almost painful in the
best way.
The feeling of her pulsing around me, the way her body gripped me like it never wanted to let go, sent me over the edge too.
I buried my face in her neck as I came, breathing in her scent, wildflowers and rain and something uniquely Athena, feeling complete
in a way I’d never felt before.
My release seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as I filled her, marking her as mine in the most
primal way.
We lay there afterward, my weight carefully kept off her belly but our bodies still joined, both of us breathing hard and covered in a
light sheen of sweat. The afternoon sun painted golden patterns across our skin, and I’d never felt more at peace.
“Welcome home,” Athena said finally, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Best welcome ever,” I agreed, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before carefully withdrawing and rolling to the side, immediately pulling
her against me.
We dozed for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, the afternoon sun warm on our skin. When we finally got up, it was to shower
together, which of course led to more touching and kissing, though we were both too satisfied and exhausted to do more than that.
The next few days passed in a blur of unpacking boxes, arranging furniture, and making our house feel like a home.
Athena nested with an intensity that was both adorable and slightly terrifying, she organized every cabinet, every drawer, every closet
with a precision that would have made Derek proud.
Sarah and Leah came over to help, bringing Lily and Liam with them. Lily was enchanted with the nursery, insisting on “helping”
arrange the stuffed animals and books we’d already started collecting.
“The babies are going to love this room,” Lily declared seriously, adjusting a stuffed fox on the shelf for the third time. “It’s perfect.
‘You think so?‘ Athena asked, clearly pleased.
‘I know so,” Lily said with all the confidence of a five–year–old. “When my cousins are born, can I come visit every day?”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
