How to be loved

69 - Hopelessly in love

How to be loved

69 – Hopelessly in love

Freen's POV

"All mine," Becky whispered, her voice dripping with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could process the words fully, she lifted me into her arms effortlessly, her lips capturing mine in a kiss that was all-consuming. I gasped softly against her mouth, surprised by her strength and the fire in her movements, my arms instinctively wrapping around her neck for balance—and for more.

She carried me through the hallway with purpose, her lips never leaving mine. The world outside our connection faded; all I could feel was the press of her body against mine, the warmth of her hands steadying me as if she'd never let go. My heart pounded in rhythm with her deliberate steps, each one carrying us closer to the bedroom and deeper into this moment.

"Becky," I whispered breathlessly when she pulled back for air, her forehead brushing against mine. "You're stronger than I thought."

Her lips quirked up into a teasing smile, her eyes dark with affection and something deeper. "What can I say? You bring out the best in me," she murmured, her voice low and charged.

When we reached the bedroom, she kicked the door open with ease, the sound barely registering in my ears over the rapid beating of my heart. She set me down gently on the bed, but her hands never left me, lingering on my waist as she leaned in close. Her eyes locked with mine, filled with an intensity that made the air between us electric.

"You make me crazy about you Freen," she murmured, her voice raw and unguarded. Her hands slid up my sides, her thumbs brushing just below my ribs, sending sparks through me.

"Good," I replied, my voice soft but teasing. "That's exactly what I want."

Her grin deepened, and before I could say another word, she leaned in, kissing me deeply, her lips moving with a sensual slowness that made my entire body respond. Her hands explored, sliding up my back, pulling me closer, as if even the smallest distance was too much.

I couldn't help but melt into her touch, my hands finding their way to her shoulders, then to her hair, tangling in the silky strands as I tilted my head to give her better access. She took it eagerly, her kisses trailing down my jaw to my neck, her breath warm against my skin.

"Mine," she whispered against my pulse, her voice barely audible but searing all the same.

"Yours," I breathed back, the word slipping out before I could think, carried by the overwhelming need she ignited in me.

She smiled against my neck, the curve of her lips brushing my skin, sending another wave of heat through me. Her hands roamed lower, finding my waist again, her fingers toying with the hem of my shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she tugged it up, her touch grazing the bare skin beneath.

"Do you feel it now?" she asked, her voice husky, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke.

"Feel what?" I asked, my breath catching as her hands continued their teasing exploration.

"How much I want you," she murmured, her words sending a delicious shiver through me.

Her lips captured mine again before I could respond, her kiss deeper this time, more commanding, her hands pulling me flush against her. I could feel the strength in her embrace, the way her body pressed against mine with a need that mirrored my own.

As her lips trailed down my neck once more, her hands slid lower, gripping my hips possessively. My fingers tightened in her hair, my breaths coming faster as I surrendered to the sensations she was creating, the way her touch seemed to leave a trail of fire wherever it went.