Crave (Beneath The Secrets #3)

92. Lara

CHAPTER 92

LARA

My mouth tingles and so does my pussy. I grab onto his shirt to pull him close so his weight is almost crushing me. Wrapping my legs around him, I roll my hips.

“Fuck. Me. Please.” I grit out each word desperately.

He’s had me on the edge so many times I can’t take it anymore.

A growl erupts from him and it’s all a blur, as he whips me up and presses my face against the glass. My hands instinctively splay out on each side of my head and he presses himself against my back.

The coolness of the window provides a sharp relief from the raging fire within me.

“Fuck. I love you,” he whispers against my shoulder, kicking open my legs.

“I love you too.”

“Good.” He taps my ass lightly.

“Now—” He wraps his hand around my neck and pulls my head back. “—you’re going to look at that pretty view while your husband rails you and watches your pretty reflection.”

He lines up with my entrance and holds me in place by the hip as he thrusts inside me, hard and fast, pressing my breasts against the glass. I suck in a breath as I adjust to his size.

He presses the points in my neck, enough to make me go fuzzy and have blood pounding in my ears.

He consumes me. He ignites me. He completes.

It doesn’t take long for him to get me back to the edge of release.

“Fuck this.” He grunts out.

“I need to look you in the eyes as you fall apart for me. And you need to witness just how crazy in love with you I am, as I claim your sweet cunt.”

“Yes.” I pant out.

He spins me around, pressing my back to the glass and lifting me. I wrap my legs around him. He holds me in place by my thighs and slides back in.

“Much better. Look at you, being such a good girl for me,”

Holy shit.

I bite down hard on my lip.

“I’m so fucking close, Lara.” Fisting his hand through my hair, he drags his lips over mine.

It’s a frantic and hungry kiss, leaving me breathless.

“Now,” he whispers against my lips, signaling me to fall apart for him. His fingers dig into my cheeks as he forces me to look at him.

His dark eyes burn into my soul.

And this is it. My entire life in one man. The one who sees me for who I am.

Who doesn’t try to fix me.

He accepts me for all of my broken and cherishes every part of me.

The man who made me believe something seemingly impossible…

I am worthy of the love that I crave.

THE END.