Chapter 14
Fourteen
Coralie
When we got back to the dorm room, Mila and I were all over each other.
Our hands clawed at each other’s clothes, and our mouths barely separated except to breathe or pull an item of clothing off.
She was just as needy and desperate as I was.
The moment she’d agreed and I’d kissed her, our night of slow dancing had gone from zero to one hundred, and it’d taken everything in me not to just pull my car into some sketchy alley, drag her into the backseat, and get us both off.
“Bed,” I commanded before pressing one more hot kiss to her lips. When I released her, she crawled back on my bed, and I moved over her, pressing my mouth to hers once more because fuck, I couldn’t stand to be parted from them.
Mila moaned when I straddled her slim thigh and pressed mine right against her core.
When she rolled her hips, grinding against me, I groaned.
Her thigh pressed against my clit, and I kissed her harder and deeper as we began grinding on each other, both of us needing to take the edge off so we could take this a little slower.
I wanted her to fall apart tonight. Fall apart for me.
“Cor—fuck,” Mila whined against my lips, her back arching.
Each roll of her hips was growing more frantic, and when she cried out my name, I quickly followed her over the edge, panting against her cheek as I came on her thigh.
But not wanting her to come down, I wiggled my body down the mattress until I was resting between her spread thighs.
“What…” she groggily began as I hooked her thighs over my shoulders.
Then, she moaned, her head falling back on my mattress as I swiped my tongue over her clit before fucking it inside of her, moaning when the taste of her exploded over my tongue.
Fucking hell, I could eat this woman out all day.
She began riding my face, and I gripped her hips, encouraging her to take what she wanted from me.
What she needed. I wanted to take care of her in every single way I could.
Keeping Mila happy and satisfied and loved was my top priority now.
My only priority. Fuck anything else that wasn’t this beautiful girl.
She was mine. And now that I had her, I couldn’t lose her again. I wouldn’t lose her again.
With her being so sensitive, it took her no time at all to come, crying out my name, her fingers lacing in my hair to hold my face against her sweet cunt as she trembled and moaned and panted.
Goddamn, she was so beautiful when she fell apart for me.
I crawled up the mattress to flop down beside her before pulling her languid, sated body into my arms. She slid her knee between my thighs and cuddled up to me, pressing our bodies together.
Her breaths fanned across my chest with every exhale, and with every rapid thud of her heart, I could feel it against my own chest.
“I know I say this a lot,” I whispered a few minutes later, “but I do love you, Mila. You’re the center of my entire fucking universe, and I can’t live without you. If I lose you again… I won’t survive it, baby. I just fucking won’t.”
She lifted her chin and pressed a kiss to my throat.
“I won’t survive it, either,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.
“I need you, Cor.” She wrapped her arms around me, burrowing even deeper—as if she wanted to live beneath my skin.
If it were possible, I’d split myself open and let her find a home within my ribs. “I’ve always needed you.”
God.
“You’ll always have me. From here on out, I’m yours,” I swore. “No matter what happens. I’m never letting you go, baby.”
And that was a fucking vow I would take to my grave. Mila was mine, just as much as I was hers. We were forever. Inevitable. Always.