His nostrils flare.
I grab his right hand and shove his long, strong fingers down my panties.
I curl my fingers to his.
His fingertips ease against my wetness.
I put my head back and groan.
Cullen touches the small of my back.
He pulls me against him.
I launch myself off my feet and he makes a wild move.
Catching me.
Taking me to the bed.
Placing me down.
His fingers sliding down and thrusting…
In.
“Cullen,” I whisper.
He groans and presses hard.
Deeper.
He curls his fingers and begins to stroke.
Creating a motion that makes me forget how to breathe.
My left hand digs into his right.
My right still has my panties pushed down.
My brain is like a fishbowl.
Just sloshing around.
Random thoughts.
Cullen covered in blood.
Archer threatening to kill Tocky.
Cullen wanting to keep me safe.
Archer wanting to make sure I am safe.
My back suddenly arches.
I bite my bottom lip and whimper.
Cullen buries his face into my chest, growling, nuzzling his nose hard against my right breast. Making sure I feel him through my shirt and my bra.