I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me as he sinks his body into mine over and over.
“I love you too.”
He pulls back far enough to look into my eyes as he slides a hand between our bodies until his fingers brush my swollen clit.
“The things I’m going to do to you tonight, Princess. But first I just want this.”
“This?” I whimper, gazing into his eyes as he rubs my clit and my pussy clenches around him.
“Yeah, this,” he murmurs. “You looking into my eyes and telling me you love me as I make you come.I’ve missed you.”
I almost do exactly as he says on the spot just from the look in his eyes as he watches me. They’re so full of dominance and heat… but most of all, total and utter devotion.
“I love you,” I whisper.
His pupils dilate and the green of his irises burns brighter. “Yeah?” One of his dark brows hitches.
“Yeah.” I nod, unable to tear my gaze away from his.
He strokes my clit in skilled circles, pulling my orgasm closer and closer to the surface.
I part my lips and pant as pressure builds inside me.
“That’s it. Let it go, Princess.”
I look into his eyes as he works me beneath him, his huge body the same enormous shield of carved and sculpted muscle that he uses to protect me.
To love me.
To keep me safe.
To never leave me.
“Denver,” I whimper.
“Let it go, Sinclair,” he urges. “Let it go.”
I hold his eyes, drowning—noswimming—in deep emerald green. Swimming toward those golden flecks of land that offer hope and love, and every dream I’ve ever had of feeling happy again.
A place where grief isn’t vanished, but it also doesn’t consume me anymore.
“Denver!” I cry as my body hands everything over to him and I come in deep, pulsing waves around him.
“Good girl. That’s my good girl. I love you, Sinclair,” he says, his lids hooding as he thrusts faster. “I love you so much.”
I hold his face between my palms as he comes deep inside me with an animalistic groan that stretches on and has warmth spreading all through my body at the same time as he spills his liquid heat inside me.
“Denver,” I moan.
His lips crash to mine and he kisses me through the rest of his orgasm, his body driving into mine over and over.
“Fuck,” he curses.
He takes his time, gradually slowing our kisses as our bodies settle into a gentle rhythm, before stilling completely.
I’m breathless as I gaze up at him, a million emotions bubbling inside my chest.
I stroke his cheeks with my thumbs as though I need to reassure myself that he really is here, and I didn’t just dream all of that.
