To Be Yours Again Chapter 196 With me

*LORENZO*

Standing, I pull her into my arms, and she cos willingly, putting her hands on my chest. I fold her against my body and hold her. And I don’t know if I’m comforting her or myself. The thought of her having no one, the thought of her being alone in the world is horrifying. I bury my face in her fragrant hair, grateful that she’s here. With .

“I’m sorry that you’ve gone through so much shit,” I murmur.

Looking up at , she brushes her index finger over my lips. “That is a bad word.”

“It is. It’s a bad word for a bad situation. But you’re not alone anymore. I’ve got you.” Leaning down, I brush my lips against hers and it’s like a spark to dry kindling, my body cos alive. It takes my breath away. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, offering her mouth to .

I cannot resist. In the background, RY X is still singing in his husky, lancholy falsetto about only falling in love. It’s soulful. And rousing. And relevant.

“Dance with .” My voice is hoarse.

Danica gasps as I tighten my hold on her and start to sway with her in my arms. She splays her hands on my chest and glides them over my shirt, feeling . Touching . Reassuring . And curling her fingers around my upper arms as she moves with .

Slowly.

We shuffle from side to side to the unhurried and seductive rhythm of the ethereal song. Her hands slide up my arms and over my shoulders and into my hair. She nuzzles my chest.

“I have never danced like this,” she murmurs.

My hand skims down her body to the base of her spine, holding her to . “I’ve never danced with you.”

With my other hand, I gently tug on her plait, lifting her lips to mine. I kiss her. Long. Slow. Tasting her. Rediscovering her sweet mouth with my tongue while we sway together.

I unfasten the elastic tethering her hair and slide it off. I groan as she shakes her head, and her hair falls wild and free down her back.

Cradling her face, I kiss her again. I want more. So much more. I need to reclaim her.

She’s with . No longer alone.

“Co to bed,” I whisper, my voice low.

“I have to wash the dishes.”

What?

“Fuck the dishes, baby.”

Her brow furrows. “But...”

“No, you don’t. Leave them.”

And the thought pops into my head. If I married her, she’d never have to do another dish again.

“Make love with , Danica.”

She sucks in a breath, and an inviting, shy smile curls her lips.

We flow together. My hands cocoon her head as I move, slowly savoring every delectable inch of her. She is soft and strong and beautiful beneath . I kiss her, pouring my heart and soul into her mouth. It’s never felt like this. Each stroke is bringing closer to her. Her legs hold in place, and her hands run over my back. Her nails etching her passion on my skin. I lean up and study her dazed face. Her eyes are wide and her pupils the darkest, most carnal espresso. I want to see her. All of her. I stop and press my forehead against hers.

“I need to see you.” I ease out of her and roll us over so that she’s on top of . She’s breathless and unsure. With my arm under her behind, I slide her up my body so her legs are on either side of my hips.

And I sit up so she’s astride , her arms on my shoulders. I clasp her face and kiss her. Moving my hand down to caress her breast, I deliberately tease her nipple between my thumb and finger as my lips skim from her mouth along her jaw to her throat. She tips her head back and lets out a husky moan of pure pleasure. My erection throbs in response.

Yes.

“Let’s try this,” I murmur against the fragrant skin of her shoulder. I wrap my arm around her waist and lift her, my eyes on hers as I lower her slowly onto .

Fuck.

She’s tight. And wet. And exquisite.

Her mouth drops open as she gasps, her eyes large with want. “Ah,” she breathes, and my lips seize hers, my fingers in her hair as I claim her mouth again.

She’s panting and gripping my shoulders when I pull back.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Yes,” she breathes.

I take her hands and lean back until I’m lying on the bed, staring at the woman astride . The woman I love.

Her hair spills down over her shoulders and breasts in a riotous, sensual tumble. She leans forward and spreads her hands on my chest.

Yes. Touch .

She sweeps her fingers and palms over my skin. Feeling . Through my chest hair and over my nipples, which pucker in delight.

“Ah,” I breathe.

She bites her lower lip, stifling her wanton, victorious smile.

“That’s right, beautiful, I love your touch.”

I love you.

She leans down and kisses . “I like touching you,” she says softly. Shyly. And my cock strains for more.

“Take ,” I murmur.

She pauses, not understanding, and I lift my hips to give her a clue.

Danica cries out, and it’s a loud, guttural sound of pleasure that almost pushes over the edge. She splays her hands on my chest, trying to keep her balance.

I grasp her hips. “Move. Like this,” I hiss through my teeth. I ease her up and back down. And she gasps, but, placing her hands on my arms, she rises up and back down.

“That’s it.” I close my eyes and enjoy the sensual feel of her.

“Ah,” she calls out.

Shit.

Make this last.

She moves. Slowly and hesitantly at first. But as her confidence builds, she finds her rhythm. I open my eyes as she rises once more, and this ti I flex my hips, eting her. Her cry is visceral and wakes every sense in my body.

Fuck. I grab her hips, moving her faster and faster. She’s panting. Short, sharp gasps for air. Gripping my arms. Her head lolling from side to side with each thrust of mine.

Head tipped back. Calling to the gods, she’s every inch a goddess. Her hold on my arms tightens, and she cries out and stills on top of as she cos.

It’s enough to trigger my release, and I cry out, holding her to as I co and co and co.