Reflections Of Us

No Boundaries - Chapter 15

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Zeva's POV:

Heat roared through her veins, every nerve alight as his hands explored. She couldn't think—couldn't even remember how the night started—but she didn't care. Every touch, every brush of lips, sent sparks racing along her skin. Her head fell back, breath hitching, heart hammering, lost entirely in him and the fire building between them.

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Miles' POV:

She was intoxicating—every movement, every gasp, every shiver under his hands. He could feel how she responded to him, how she leaned into him, and it drove a hunger through him he hadn't expected. This wasn't just desire. This was fire, and he had no intention of letting it cool.

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Zeva's POV:

His lips trailed along her neck, teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer, feeling the weight of him pressing into her. Every movement was amplified—every brush of his skin against hers made her stomach twist and her breath catch. She wanted more, needed more, and didn't care how far they went.

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Miles' POV:

She responded to him in ways that were almost too much to bear. Every arch of her back, every shiver, every gasp under his lips drew him closer, deeper. He wanted to memorize her body, to trace every curve, to leave no inch untouched. The intoxication in her eyes mirrored the fire inside of him, and he knew neither of them would stop until the night had consumed them both.

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Zeva's POV:

A low moan escaped her lips as his hand found a spot that made her gasp, heat spreading, waves of pleasure rolling through her. She arched into him instinctively, hair falling into her face, mind spinning. Nothing else existed—just him, her, and the fire burning between them.

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Miles' POV:

Her reactions were everything he could have hoped for and more. He leaned into her, matching every motion, guiding, teasing, pressing, and pulling, reveling in how she moved under him. Every soft laugh, every gasp, every shaky breath drove him further, lost in the intensity that only she could ignite.

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Zeva's POV:

Zeva moaned into Miles's mouth as he kissed her deeply, his tongue delving past her lips to explore every inch of her. Her hands slid up his chest, her nails raking lightly over his skin and making him shiver.

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Miles' POV:

Miles's hands roamed over Zeva's body, caressing her curves through the thin fabric of her shirt. He could feel her n*****s hardening under his touch, and he couldn't wait to see them in person. Breaking the kiss, Miles pulled back and quickly tugged Zeva's shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly to the side.

His eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her breasts, barely contained by the lacy black bra she wore. "God, you're so sexy," he breathed, reaching out to cup one of the soft mounds.

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Zeva's POV:

Zeva arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaping her lips. "Miles..." she whimpered, desire evident in her voice.

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Miles' POV:

Taking that as encouragement, Miles leaned down and captured one of Zeva's n*****s between his lips, sucking gently on the sensitive bud through the thin lace of her bra. Zeva cried out at the sensation, her fingers tangling in Miles's hair and holding him against her.

He lavished attention on her breasts for several long minutes, his tongue swirling around each n****e before switching to the other. Zeva was writhing beneath him by the time he finally slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders and unhooked the clasp in the back.

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Zeva's POV:

Her breasts bounced free, and Miles groaned at the sight. "f**k, you're perfect," he muttered, before taking one of her n*****s into his mouth and sucking hard.

Zeva gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her. "Oh god, Miles, yes!" she cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets.

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Miles' POV:

Miles's hand slid down Zeva's body, his fingers tracing over her stomach and dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, and he knew she was just as turned on as he was.

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Zeva's POV:

Zeva lifted her hips as Miles slid her skirt down her legs, leaving her in just her panties. He took a moment to admire the sight of her - flushed and panting, n*****s hard and erect, hair mussed from his fingers. She was a goddess, and he couldn't wait to worship every inch of her.

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Miles' POV:

Hooking his fingers in the sides of her panties, Miles slowly slid them down Zeva's legs, letting them fall to the floor beside her skirt. She was bare before him now, and Miles took a moment to appreciate the sight of her glistening pink folds.

He ran a finger along her slit, feeling how wet she was. "f**k, you're so wet," he groaned, before sinking two fingers deep inside of her.

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Zeva's POV:

Zeva cried out at the sudden intrusion, her walls clenching around Miles's fingers as he started to pump them in and out of her. He curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside of her that made her see stars.

"Oh god, oh f**k, Miles!" she moaned, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts. Miles could feel her getting tighter and tighter around him, and he knew she was close.

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Miles' POV:

He added a third finger, stretching her further, and started to rub her c**t with his thumb. "Come on, baby, come for me," he urged, his voice low and husky with desire.

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Zeva's POV:

That was all it took. With a keening cry, Zeva came undone around Miles's fingers, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Miles continued to stroke her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she collapsed back against the bed, completely spent.

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Miles' POV:

Pulling his fingers out of her, Miles brought them to his mouth, licking off her juices with a satisfied groan. "You taste amazing," he murmured, before crawling up her body to capture her lips in a searing kiss.

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Zeva's POV:

Zeva could taste herself on his tongue as she kissed him back, moaning softly as his hard length pressed against her thigh. She reached down to palm him through his boxers, feeling how hard he was.

"Miles..." she whimpered against his lips. "I need you."

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Miles' POV:

With a growl, Miles kicked off his boxers and positioned himself at her entrance. He rubbed the head of his c**k against her slick folds, coating himself in her juices before slowly pushing inside.

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Zeva's POV:

They both moaned as he filled her inch by inch, stretching her around him. When he was fully seated inside of her, Miles paused, giving them both a moment to adjust to the sensation.

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Miles' POV:

"f**k, you feel so good," he groaned, starting to thrust shallowly in and out of her. Zeva could only moan in response, her nails digging into Miles's back as he built up a steady rhythm.

Miles angled his hips just right and soon had Zeva crying out with pleasure once again, hitting that sweet spot inside of her with every thrust. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he wanted to make sure Zeva came first.

Reaching between their bodies, Miles started to rub her c**t in time with his thrusts, circling the sensitive nub with his fingers. "That's it, baby, come for me again," he urged, his voice tight with strain as he held back his own release.

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Zeva's POV:

With a loud cry, Zeva came apart beneath him, her inner walls clamping down around Miles like a vice. The sensation was too much for him to take, and with a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside of her and came with a groan of her name.

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No One's POV:

They both lay there for a moment, catching their breath as they came down from their highs.

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Miles' POV:

Finally, Miles pulled out of Zeva and rolled to the side, pulling her close to his chest."That was...incredible," he panted, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

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Zeva's POV:

Zeva just hummed in agreement, too exhausted to form words. She nuzzled into Miles's neck, breathing in his scent as she drifted off to sleep, completely content in his arms.