"Mine," I echo, rough and reverent, the word breaking my throat. I move inside her, savoring and memorizing. Slow and deliberate, plunging into every one of her soft gasps as we find our rhythm.
She purrs in satisfaction, wrapping her legs around my lower back, anchoring me to her. To this moment. I've touched her, and tasted her, but this? It's something else. Trust. Vulnerability. Nose to nose, heart to heart. This is Cecily, laid bare.
Her body moves with mine, soft and sweet, so damn responsive. Slow thrusts graduate into something more feral.
Her hips lift to meet mine, and she clings to me. I brush hair from her face, and gaze into her pretty eyes, my lips brushing over hers with every pass.
"So fucking gorgeous," I whisper, rugged and broken. A sheen of sweat mixes with her moaningoh yesandright thereanddon't stopand me losing my mind, groaningyou feel so goodandperfect for me.
My hips slam into hers harder, faster. Her nails dig into my back, and I'm filled with need. Desperate, aching need that’s been mounting from the first moment I touched her.
We're wild, urgent, like we’re trying to crawl inside each other just to feel more.
"Cecily...” My voice is raw. I’m close. So close. But I don't want to finish without her. "Come with me," I rasp, pressing my forehead to hers. "I need you to."
And she does.
Cecily's head tips back as her body heaves, pulsing, pleasure ripping through her. I let go, warmth spreading through my body, legs tightening. My hips jerk as I bury my face in the crook of her neck, her name on my lips like yet another promise between us.
We are quiet for a few moments as I lay on top of her, inside her, both returning back down to earth, to this luxury tent in the middle of a pine forest, where raindrops continue to pelt the skylight above us. Cecily lightly scratches her nails over my back.I feather kisses over her jaw until she turns her face into me, presses her mouth to mine.
"That was new," she says when she pulls away. "The goodness of it. It felt raw. Slightly unhinged."
I run my thumb along the sweat that has gathered at her temple. "I loved it."
She cups my cheek. "Me too."
My forehead rests against hers, my heartbeat trying and failing to return to normal.
"Cecily?"
"Hmm?"
"You've ruined me."
She's quiet for a moment, then says, "You're welcome."
CHAPTER 45
Cecily
I don't meanyou're welcome as a response tothank you.
You're welcome, as in, you are welcome to have me. My heart. Anything. Everything.
CHAPTER 46
Cecily
After our physical exertion,Dom and I really did take a nap. No alarm, cozy sheets, and Dom's hard chest beneath my head. I don't know which I enjoyed more, the pitter-patter of the rain, or Dom's heartbeats.
I woke to Dom's hand running up the inside of my leg, and I scrambled on top of him. We slept naked, and it was too easy, too convenient.
"I can't pass up the chance," I said to him once I was fully seated.
"I agree with your choice." He spoke roughly, voice thickened by sleep and other things.
Afterward, I took a quick shower, washing the stickiness from my thighs.
