A SECOND CHANCE AT FOREVER Chapter 55: CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

KYLE

Her words nearly destroyed me. A guttural groan tore from my chest, the raw hunger threatening to consume me whole. My fingers withdrew, slick and trembling with restraint, as I gripped her thighs and spread them wider.

“Not yet.” My voice was hoarse, thick with need.

I lowered my head, my mouth replacing my fingers as I traced slow, torturous circles around her clit with my tongue. Her taste flooded my senses, a mix of sweetness and sin, and I moaned against her, the ache in my cock nearly unbearable.

Ashley let out a broken moan, her hands fisting the sheets as I pressed my mouth to her again, tongue swirling over her clit with a slow, practiced precision. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders, her body writhing beneath me, completely at my mercy.

I loved this. Loved how she surrendered to me so easily, how she let go of everything except the need I ignited in her. She was fire and silk beneath my touch, all wild moans and desperate gasps as I devoured her without restraint.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling hard, and I groaned at the sharp tug. The sting only fueled me, spurring me on as I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over the sensitive bud. Her hips jerked, a sob tearing from her throat, and my grip on her thighs tightened.

She wasn’t going anywhere. Not until she shattered for me.

Ashley’s breath came faster, shallow and erratic, her entire body tensing. “Oh God,” she choked out. “I— I can’t—Kyle”

“Yes, you can,” I growled against her, sending vibrations through her already overstimulated nerves. “Let go, freckles. Give it to me.”

A second later, she broke.

I loved the way she arched into me, desperate and unrestrained. I loved the way my name spilled from her lips, tangled in moans and gasps. I loved her, and after all this time apart, I would have given up everything I owned just to freeze this moment, to keep her like this—mine, completely.

Ashley trembled beneath me, her legs twitching as the aftershocks pulsed through her, and I pressed a lingering kiss against her inner thigh before finally pulling back.

But I wasn’t done with her.

Not even close.

With a quick shift, I hovered over her, my mouth finding hers in a deep, hungry kiss. She moaned into me, her lips parting, letting me slide my tongue inside and share the taste of her own pleasure. The moment our bodies aligned, heat flared through me, a sharp, aching need coiling in my gut.

I had to be inside her. Now.

I reached between us, lining myself up at her entrance, and pushed in slowly—so slowly it was almost torture. Her body, still sensitive from her orgasm, clenched around me, and I had to bite out a curse, every muscle in my body tensing to keep from losing control.

She felt too good. Too hot, too tight, too fucking perfect.

Ashley whimpered, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer as I filled her inch by inch. My forehead dropped to hers, sweat slicking our skin, breath mingling as I struggled to hold back.

“Jesus,” I rasped, my jaw clenching. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

Ashley let out a breathless laugh, but it ended in a moan as I sank deeper, stretching her, claiming her completely.

I stilled for a second, letting her adjust, letting myself adjust, but she didn’t want patience. Didn’t want slow.

She rolled her hips, a silent plea for more, and I lost it.

I pulled out, then thrust back in, hard and deep, and we both groaned. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a mix of heavy breathing, frantic moans, and the rhythmic creak of the bed.

Ashley’s nails raked down my back, marking me, claiming me the way I was claiming her. The sting only spurred me on, my movements growing rougher, my thrusts deeper, faster.

She was everything.

Everything I’d ever wanted, everything I’d ever needed, and having her like this—completely lost in me, wrapped around me, calling my name like a prayer—was enough to unravel me.

I braced my hands on the mattress, slamming into her, chasing the pleasure curling low in my spine. The headboard banged against the wall with every thrust, but I didn’t give a damn. All I cared about was the way she clenched around me, the way her body arched, the way she looked up at me like I was the only thing that mattered.

And then I made the mistake of looking down.

Of watching the way we fit together, my cock sliding in and out of her, the way her slickness coated me, making every thrust smoother, wetter, hotter.

It was primal. Raw.

So fucking erotic that my restraint snapped like a frayed wire.

“Fuck,” I gritted out, my pace turning punishing. I needed her to come again—I needed to feel her break apart one more time before I followed.

Ashley’s breath hitched, her fingers gripping my biceps. “I—” She gasped, her body tensing, her legs tightening around me.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, grinding against her just right. “Come for me, freckles.”

She shattered.

Her orgasm ripped through her with a strangled scream, her inner walls squeezing me so tight I almost blacked out. My own climax slammed into me a second later, violent and all-consuming, tearing a guttural moan from my throat. My entire body locked, muscles clenching as pleasure overwhelmed every nerve, burning hot and leaving me wrecked in the best possible way.

Ashley’s nails dug into my back, her legs tightening around me, anchoring us together as the aftershocks rolled through us in sharp, pulsing waves. Each tremor, each ragged breath, each lingering contraction pulled me deeper into her, into this moment, into the undeniable truth that no matter how much time or distance had come between us, this—we—had never faded.

I held myself over her, arms trembling from exertion, my forehead dropping to hers as we both fought for air. Our breaths mingled, slow and heavy, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air.

Neither of us spoke, but we didn’t need to.

I brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek, my fingertips tracing the curve of her jaw. She turned into my touch instinctively, her lashes fluttering open, revealing hazy, contented eyes that still carried the remnants of ecstasy.

For a long moment, we just looked at each other.

No past. No future. Just this.

A slow, lazy smile tugged at her lips, and something inside my chest tightened—something raw, something too big to name.

I pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her cheek, then the racing pulse at her throat, letting my lips rest there for a second longer, absorbing the warmth of her skin, the way her heartbeat still thudded wildly beneath my lips.

Ashley let out a soft sigh, her hands moving up my back, fingertips tracing gentle, aimless patterns. “You okay?” she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion.

I huffed a quiet laugh against her skin. “That’s my line.”

She hummed in response, her body relaxing beneath me, completely spent. I felt the subtle shift in her breathing, the way it slowed, deepened, her grip on me loosening just slightly.

She was already halfway to sleep.

I carefully pulled out of her, my body protesting the loss of contact, but I didn’t go far. I rolled onto my side, gathering her close, tucking her against my chest. She fit against me perfectly, her legs tangling with mine, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder like she belonged there.

And maybe she did.

I ran my fingers up and down her spine in slow, absent strokes, my other arm wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her pressed to me. Her skin was warm, still slightly damp, and I buried my face in her hair, inhaling deeply.

I could get drunk on this scent. On her.

She let out a quiet, contented sigh, her body melting further into mine, and I knew—without a doubt—that I wasn’t letting her go again.

No matter what.

As my own exhaustion started to pull me under, I had one last fleeting thought.

If I died right now, I’d die happy—because I was exactly where I belonged.

With her.

Always.