Chapter 44

When I arrive at the house, I find Indie already in the foyer, welcoming me with a smile that sends shivers down my spine. "Welcome home," she utters, her voice carrying a husky, seductive undertone.

Without waiting for another word, I pull her close, my arm snaking around her waist, and our lips crash together in a fierce, passionate kiss. It's intense, both of us stealing each other's breaths in a heated exchange, surrendering completely to the moment. When we finally break apart, we're gasping, the air around us charged with electricity.

Indie's cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright with a playful, mischievous spark. "Looks like someone's really missed this place," she teases, her voice provocative. Her smirk says it all. "Show me just how much."

Her smirk is infectious, and I can't resist mirroring it. "You've been teasing me for days," I point out, my voice dropping to a low, rough timbre. "I'm here to find out if you're everything I've imagined."

Indie's response is immediate; her warm hands land on my chest, tracing the rapid beat of my heart through my shirt. "You think you can handle what I have to offer?" she challenges, her gaze piercing.

Closing the gap, I whisper directly into her ear, my breath a soft tease. "I want all of you," I confess. "I want to find out if you're as unforgettable as I've imagined."The shiver that courses through her tells me I've struck a chord, and the air between us crackles with anticipation.

As we kiss, my mind wanders to all the places we could go from here. The possibilities are endless, and I find myself getting lost in the moment. I run my fingers through her hair, feeling the silky strands slip between my fingers. She moans into my mouth, and I know I'm on the right track. Slowly, I begin to unbutton her shirt, taking my time to expose her perfect skin to the cool air. Her breath hitches as I run my hands up her sides, tracing the delicate lines of her rib cage.

I lean down, pressing my lips down against the soft skin of her neck, and I can feel her pulse racing beneath them. With one final push, I manage to get her shirt off, revealing her lacy black bra. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. This is happening so fast, but I don't want it to stop.

She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and I know we are both on the same page. I continue to kiss her, my hands moving up her sides toward her bra clasp. With a gentle tug, I free it and her breasts spill out. I pause for a moment, taking in the sight of her perfect breasts. My heart hammers against my chest.

As we come together, her breath against my skin is exhilarating, sending waves of shivers cascading down my spine. Her lips meet mine with an intensity that feels like she's trying to devour me, each movement deliberate, leaving no room for thought, only feeling. My heart thunders in my chest as I draw her even closer, my arms locking around her waist in a firm embrace.

She moans softly, her body arching against mine. Her taste lingers on my lips, her skin velvety under my touch. Pulling away from the kiss, I trail my lips down her neck and over her collarbone. Indie whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair. Gently, I remove her pants, revealing her perfect body.

A groan escapes me as I kiss my way back up her body until I reach her earlobe. "You're so beautiful," I murmur, nipping gently at it. Indie shivers, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Tyberius," she breathes, barely above a whisper.

Unable to resist any longer, I pull her close and cradle her in my arms, taking her breast into my mouth. She cries out, fingers digging into my shoulders as I suckle greedily. Her heart pounds against my chest in sync with mine.

Sliding my hand between us, I tease her wetness before slowly pushing a finger inside her. Indie gasps, hips arching off the bed. Moving in rhythm with her pleasure, I continue as she moans my name and trembles with delight. The desire for connection overwhelms me; kissing up her neck and along her jawline until our mouths meet once more feels like coming home.

Our tongues tangle as we explore each other's mouths; bodies moving in perfect sync as soft moans fill the room. Pushing another finger inside triggers a cry from Indie; nails dig into my shoulders as need courses through us both. Panting heavily after pulling away from the kiss, I whisper hoarsely, "Indie . . . I want you so much." Her eyes meet mine filled with desire and something deeper than lust.

I break away from the kiss, breathless. She looks at me with those piercing brown eyes, and I feel like I'm falling into an abyss. "You're unbelievable," I whisper.

She smirks, her voice low and seductive. "You have no idea." She steps back, and for a moment, I feel a stab of loss. But then she reaches for my pants, her fingers dancing along the zipper. With a swift motion, she pulls them down, revealing my hard cock straining against my boxers.

Her eyes widen slightly, and she licks her lips. "Well, then," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "It looks like you're definitely ready to play." With that, she grabs my shirt and yanks it over my head, revealing my torso. Her touch is like tiny sparks, igniting a fire within me.

She steps back, assessing me with her piercing eyes. "Mmm," she hums, her fingers tracing the muscles along my abdomen. "Not bad for a guy who just got manhandled during a game." She smirks, and I can't help but laugh.

But before I can respond, she grabs my hand, pulling me toward the couch. "Come on," she purrs. "Let's see what else you've got." I follow her lead, my heart pounding in my chest. This woman is like a drug to me, and I can't get enough.

As I watch her, my heart races. She's breathtaking, every inch of her. I can feel my cock twitching in anticipation, aching for her touch. She turns to face me, her eyes locked on mine. There's a fire in them that mirrors the heat burning within me. Without saying a word, she steps closer and trails her fingers down my chest, sending shivers down my spine.

I groan softly as she continues her descent, skimming over my abs and lower, stopping just short of my rapidly hardening cock. Her lips curve into a smirk, and she leans in slowly, her warm breath teasing the sensitive skin of my erection.

"You're already so hard for me," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

Her words send a jolt of electricity through my body, making every muscle tense with anticipation. Without hesitation, she wraps her hand around my cock, giving it a firm squeeze. I gasp at the sensation, my head spinning with pleasure.

"I do love your lips wrapped around my length, but I hope you'll let me be inside you," I state.

She looks at me, frozen.

"But we're doing whatever you feel comfortable with," I correct my previous statement.

I gaze down at her. Her eyes are filled with a mix of desire and trepidation, and it's intoxicating. I can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a slow, passionate kiss, my hands roaming over her soft skin. I pull back slightly, my breathing ragged.

"What do you want?" I ask, my voice hoarse with need. "Because once we cross this line, there's no going back." She nods, her hair falling across her face.

"I know," she whispers. "But I want this, Ty. I want you inside me."

I take her in my arms, lifting her up so our bodies align perfectly. I slide inside her slowly and carefully, watching for any sign of discomfort on her face.

She meets my gaze. Love and trust fill her eyes. That look. It hits me right in the chest. Knowing that I'm not alone in this, that I'm not falling for her while she's just waiting for me to leave is everything.

She's everything.

"Ty," she breathes, wrapping her legs around me.

I groan as the feeling of her tight warm body enveloping me becomes more than I can bear. I begin to move—first slowly then with growing intensity—our rhythm matching each other perfectly.

I thrust my hips forward, burying my cock between her legs harder, deeper. Her moans become louder and louder.

I feel her inner muscles starting to flutter around me, her breath catching on increasingly loud moans. She trembles and shakes right on the precipice. With one final deep thrust, she shatters, crying out her ecstasy. I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her sounds of pleasure. It's not a gentle kiss. I'm branding her, possessing her, making her irrevocably mine.

I groan, feeling myself release inside her. It's like nothing I've ever felt before—raw and intense, consuming every part of me. We collapse together, but I keep my arms wrapped around her. She's still hugging me tightly, panting and sweaty, but neither of us moves. This moment is perfect, and I don't want it to end.

I pull back to look at her, our emotions clear in our eyes. I lean in to kiss her with the depth of our feelings. As our tongues dance together, I'm caught in a whirlwind of sensation—a heady blend of desire, intensity, and a deep, resonant love. Each emotion pours into the kiss, mingling, overwhelming, until I'm completely lost in the moment. When we finally part, gasping for air, I realize, with a shattering clarity, that by this act, I've become hers.

We've irrevocably given ourselves over to each other.

There's something undeniably thrilling about it too. The risk of letting someone in so deeply . . .

The realization sinks into my bones and deep in my soul as our afterglow finally crashes us. I break the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers, our panting breaths intermingling. No words are needed. What we've shared transcends anything that can be said.

"I love you," I say, knowing she'll brush it off, but hoping she won't run away.

Indie's smile is something completely different from anything I've seen. When she speaks, her words cut through me, devastating and healing in the same breath. "I love you too," she says, and just like that, my soul feels both undone and rebuilt, intricately entwined with hers.