Page 219 of BounBound By Scars
He bent his knees and pushed up from the mattress, taking over.
Every thrust was powerful, grounded—his arms caging me in like he couldn’t let me slip away.
I buried my face against his neck, letting my lips and tongue trace every raw grunt, every moan that escaped him.
I was close again. So was he.
And neither of us wanted to stop.
His thrusts became frantic. Uneven. Desperate.
“Fuck, Lia… fuck! Give me one more. Please, baby… one more,” he whimpered.
My moans grew louder and in seconds, I was shaking.
I bit his shoulder just as his grip tightened—and I shattered.
A few more thrusts and he stilled, spilling into me with a muffled groan that vibrated against my skin.
We were sweaty. Spent. Deliciously ruined.
I leaned in and kissed him, slow and unhurried. My hair fell around us like a curtain, and his hands came up to cradle my face, gently tucking the strands away.
“I love you, Mr. Kabir Gill,” I whispered against his lips.
He smiled, voice low and rough. “Heer, there’s an untraceable handgun locked in our basement—if I ever say anything other than‘I fucking love you too,’you know what to do.”
I burst out laughing, still breathless. “So dramatic.”
He grinned, pulling me tighter. “Or… shit, maybe I was kidnapped and replaced by a less intelligent clone.”
I smacked his chest. “Moron.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Your moron.”
I melted a little. “Damn right.”
