Page 111 of Beautiful Scars

Free of his tyrannical grip, I start rocking back and forth on his lap. His eyes flutter, but that’s the only indication I’m even fucking him.

God, but it feels good.Hefeels good.

“I realized something,” I manage in a tight voice.

“What?”

I speed up, the friction driving me faster to the edge. My breath shortens until I’m puffing at the lock of hair on his forehead.

“I don’t have anything. Anyone. I’m alone.” I slow as I feel myself about to come again.

His jaw bunches a second before he bucks into me. Then he wraps his arms around me and drags me close until there’s no space between us. Until he’s filling every inch of me, and then some.

“You’re forgetting something, princess,” he murmurs into my ear. “You’ve got me.”