Reagan did not give any ti to catch my breath. Before I knew what he was doing he was doing, Reagan already yanked up by my feet, his hold on my wrist desperate and possessive as he yanked closer towards him crushing his lips against mine, tasting, devouring.
I gasped against his lips, my hands finding his shoulders to use it as an anchor to hold myself upright. Reagan’s hands was desperate and they were everywhere, grasping, pulling and tugging at the robe that I wore. There was nothing slow about his movent and before I could say anything else, Reagan turned over so I was holding the armrest of the chair while my ass was bare to him.
My breathing grew shaky as Reagan arched my hips backwards and in one swift movent, he slamd his hips inside of . I released a loud moan, unable to stop myself because the feeling was just too good and it was just too sweet.
Reagan slid out of , before he pulled back against him, a harsh growl bursting from his mouth. "Oh fuck Dahlia, you feel so good." He breathed out his voice urgent and filled with desire, "Oh fuck Dahlia, Dahlia." Reagan moaned as he worked, every stroke firm and every motion insistent as he held by my hips.
I held on to the chair, anchoring myself as I moved my hips backwards, eting Reagan’s frenzied thrust. His fingers road up my ribcage, across my stomach before curling around my hips again and pulling hard against him. His cock strikes a spot inside of that has my toes curling, sending sweet warm sensations through my entire body as I spread my legs wider to accommodate him.
His body shuddered as he leaned forward, his breathing was rough against my neck and I could feel the way his muscles quivered as he fought to keep himself in check. I let go of the armrest and brought my hand to his where he was grabbing gently by my stomach.
"More." I demanded.
"Dahlia..." Reagan whispered my na almost saying it like a prayer.
"You didn’t hold back last ti in the woods, so don’t be shy." I breathed out turning so I could look at him, "Do as I ask and fuck !" I ordered, my body shaking from the climax I so badly sought.
Reagan didn’t need to be told twice because he imdiately grabbed my hips firmly and thrust his cock deep inside of which such intensity, a scream left my lips. Reagan fucked hard, obliging my request no longer gentle, no restraint between us, just the warmth and the way our breaths tangled together as he fucked wildly, more out of control.
Strong arms wrapped around my middle, hauling closer and then he leaned forward and bit on my shoulder hard. I released another scream as that only ignited my pleasure. Bracing one hand on the chair, Reagan continued to fuck , pick up the speed that sent through another wave of orgasm.
I would have collapsed down on the ground if Reagan had not being using a hand to steady . I leaned backwards against him, shuddering through my orgasms as I panted and Reagan held tight as he emptied himself completely inside of .
I heaved out a sigh as I collapsed against him. Reagan swooped in his arms and walked to the bed where he laid down on the bed gently. He opened the duvet before he climbed in right next to , pulling into his arms.
"I love you." Reagan breathed out.
"I love you too Reagan!" I said looking up at him.
Reagan released a contented sigh before he gazed back up at the ceiling, "Oh gods, I’m never going to get tired of hearing that." He said and all I could do was just laugh.
"Thank you though." I murmured.
Reagan turned his head to look at . "For giving you the best orgasms of your life, you are welco my darling."
I shoved Reagan’s arm playfully, "Oh for fuck’s sake I am not talking about that!" I told him before I turned to look at him, "I ant you believing ."
"But of course Dahlia, I will always believe in you." Reagan said before he heaved out a sigh, "But I will have to admit though the whole thing is a fucking headache. I know you protected her so did you get a look at the attacker’s face?"
My mind flashed back to those eerily familiar green eyes. "No." I said looking at Reagan, "He...er... it was dark and he was covered so I couldn’t see anything." I said, the lie rolling of my tongue easily as I stared into Reagan’s eyes hoping he would believe .
Reagan’s gaze flickered with suspicion for a mont but then he exhaled and leaned back to the pillow. "Well that’s just unfortunate because it would have made the whole thing easier."
I nodded forcing a small smile on my face but on the inside my stomach churned. Gods, I hated lying to him but I couldn’t tell him just yet, not until I was sure about what I had seen.
"Anyway my mother isn’t going to make this easy. She’s saying we put you on trial, since you made Celeste lose her baby..."
Okay, I’m sorry, what? I sat up straight on the bed as I stared at Reagan. "I didn’t touch her. The assassin also never laid a finger on her because I didn’t allow it to happen and she pretty much slept through the whole thing so what do you an lose the baby?" I asked Reagan who was staring at with a look of confusion on his face.
"So, you didn’t touch her?"
"I barely laid a finger on her, so where is all this talk about losing the baby coming from?" I asked with a puzzled expression on my face.
Reagan stared up at , before he scoffed in disbelief. "But what if she wasn’t pregnant at all and this is just a ploy?" He asked and I cocked my head at him as I considered what he just revealed.
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