Free Perfect Love (A Celestra Novella) by Addison Moore Page A

“I’m sorry.” She gets up on her elbow, her features soften as if she had caused a real malfeasance.
    “It’s fine. I know what you meant.” I nuzzle my face in her neck a moment. “I’m going to hop in the shower a second. I’ll be right out.”
    “I’ll make us breakfast.” Her milk white teeth graze her bottom lip.
    “You’re going to make us breakfast?” I’m pleasantly surprised, but I doubt we have a kitchen.
    “There’s a minibar, and I bet there’s a pack of M&M’s with our names on it.”
    “Mr. and Mrs. Oliver?” I give her a quick tickle to the side.
    “Mr. and Mrs. Oliver,” she says it a hell of a lot sweeter, dreamier than I ever could have, and it sounds a million times better sailing from her lips.
    I’m just thankful I get to be the Oliver.
    I jump out of bed and take the world’s quickest shower, rinse some mouthwash through my teeth before heading back.
    Skyla lies over the bed with all of the drama of the most beautiful woman in the world—because she is. A sly smile perks on her lips as she glances at the colorful candy laid out in the shape of heart over her stomach.
    “Breakfast is served,” she purrs.
    “You hide any of those in a secret location?” I raise a brow, carefully landing beside her before swiping one off her belly with my lips.
    “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
    “You know what I don’t think is fair about this?” I glance down at the faltering arrangement.
    “That there aren’t enough green ones?” She bats those lashes at me, and I’m about to lose it. Skyla had me going with that dreamy smile on her face as she struggled to wake up this morning. I wanted her then, and I want her twice as bad now.
    “That and the fact your mouth can’t reach them.” I take a blue one up by my teeth and present it directly into her mouth like an offering. Skyla pulls me in by the back of the neck and swipes the candy right off her stomach. She glides under me while working me to life with her hand until we’re lost in a sea of delirium that can only be satisfied in the most amazing fucking manner.
    Skyla slides down and plants sporadic kisses across my chest. She creates small circles over me with her hands, and I melt into the bed, just enjoying the ride. Her mouth finds my hard-on and I lurch because, in all honesty, I never saw it coming.
    “ Shit ,” I whisper, digging my hands in her hair.
    Skyla rides me up and down with her lips before taking me into her mouth and driving home the point she for damn sure knows how to get me going. I try to focus in on Skyla, her tongue, her sweet mouth over my body. Heaven can’t be that great unless Skyla is there with me doing exactly this. My body electrifies, it hums like a motor as Skyla works me like a fucking vixen. It takes far less time than usual for me to let out a roar that rips from my lungs like a hurricane.
    “ Fuck .” I pull back and spare her the trauma of spilling into her mouth.
    She glides up next to me, purring with pride.
    “Where’d you learn how to do that?” I pant it out without thinking. “On second thought, don’t answer.”
    “I learned how to do it right here.” She taps over my skull. “I was listening in on how you were feeling, and when you were enjoying it I went with it. You taught me Logan.” A dimple buries itself in her cheek.
    I land a kiss on her forehead. “I love it. You’re a genius, you know that?” I pick up an M&M and feed it to her. “Get your strength up. I have a feeling we’re about to engage in the world’s most intense lovemaking session in the history of time. What could be better than two Celestra?”
    “Two near perfect Celestra.” She takes a bite out of my ear.
    “We are perfect Skyla—with or without our bloodlines.”
    Our lips find one another, and I cringe for a moment because I know where her mouth has been, but the chocolate has washed away all of the transgressions, and Skyla is delicious as ever. Our tongues engage in