I love you too.
I knew he did. I could feel it. But hearing him say it in that deep, gravelly voice, combined with the pressure in my arm as he plants his tracker in me, just like he’s going to plant a baby in me… I explode.
Hans presses his forearm into my chest to keep my arm still while I writhe beneath him, bursts of pleasure shooting down my limbs.
“That’s it.” His hands are steady, but his breathing isn’t. “That’s my Butterfly.” His body tenses. “Make me yours.”
My legs tighten around his hips, pulling him deeper.
“You are mine.” I reach my hand lower and let my fingers rub against the base of his dick.
Hans groans and pulls the syringe free from my arm.
I part my fingers and do my best to squeeze his dick right where we meet. “Because you love me.”
His hips jerk, and I know he’s right there.
I turn my head to look at my arm and the bead of blood forming on my skin. “And now you’ll always be able to find me.”
Hans drops his head and flattens his tongue against the inside of my arm. As he laps at my blood, he comes.
Hans moans against my skin as his cock pulses inside me, and it brings me right back to the brink.
I swipe my thumb over my clit while Hans licks at my arm and fills me with his release, and I follow him right over. Crying his name and milking him dry.
When I can’t take any more stimulation, I pull my hand away from my pussy.
But Hans doesn’t pull away. He stays like that, slowly rocking into me, our combined releases making the motion extra slippery. And he keeps his tongue against the small puncture in my skin, licking at it gently.
This is what heaven feels like.
He finally lifts his head to look at me. “Every part of you belongs to me.”
There’s a small smudge of red on his upper lip, so I reach up with my thumb and wipe it off.
Then curiosity wins, and I push my thumb between my lips.
His neck does a controlled roll, like he’s fighting off a shiver over watching me take a taste.
I expect him to climb off and find me a towel, but he slides his arms under me in a bear hug and drags me up the bed, dick still hard inside me.
“Hans,” I sputter his name.
He scoots me up until the back of my knees are at the end of the bed, then he rolls us over so I’m astride him.
“Hans,” I sigh this time, but he just hugs me to him.
A warm hand slides up under the back of my shirt to rest on my spine. “I love you, Cassandra.”
I’ll never get tired of hearing that.
“I love you too, Hans.”
I’ll never get tired of saying that.
Closing my eyes, I press my face into his neck. “I feel a little cheated, like you’ve gotten to have us longer.”
He hugs me tighter. “What do you mean?”
“I know I shouldn’t be jealous of your… watching me. But I feel like you’ve gotten to experience more of me than I have of you.” The hand on my back rubs up and down. “I mean, I definitely fantasized about you all the time. And wondered what you were doing. And checked out my window for glimpses of you whenever I could…”
Hans grabs one of my braids, with the hand not on my back, and gives it a little tug.
I lift my head to look down at him and watch as his eyes search mine.
“Did you really do all that?”
I don’t stop my smile. “I did.”
“Then I haven’t had you longer, pretty Butterfly. We’ve had each other for a year. You and me and no one else.” He slides his hand down my braid. “It’s just the touching part that’s new.”
My smile turns into a grin. “It’s the touching part that I love the most.”
His hips flex, reminding me that he’s still inside me.
I lean my head down and brush my lips over his. “I’m proud of you for sharing your cookies tonight.”
He grunts, pressing his lips gently against mine. “I’m proud of you for making them. But the next batch is just for me.”
I pat his chest, resting my head back on his shoulder. “Such a hungry bear.”
