“You’ve always had such unfounded confidence in me,” she breathed.
“Not unfounded,” he muttered, coaxing her to accept another inch.“Gods,” he groaned, eyelids fluttering. “I could die like thisand be happy.”
“Don’t you dare,” she warned, fingers digging into his biceps.
Rey was so patient as he waited for Silla’s body to accept him, yet from the pulse throbbing in his neck, she knew he was not as calm as he outwardly appeared. At last he’d eased fully inside her.
“You see?” he asked. “Not unfounded.”
Full, she’d never been so full before, yet when he began to move, it felt incredible. He didn’t tear his eyes from hers, and she felt him studying her, watching for any sign of discomfort.
She pushed up on her elbows, and together, they looked down at where their bodies met. Rey cursed softly under his breath, his pace growing uneven for a few thrusts. But he soon found a rhythm, slow and languorous, as though he wanted to prolong it as much as possible. And with each measured stroke of him, she melted a little more, softened a little more, surrendered a little more. Silla wrapped her legs around his hips, welcoming him deeper, and he reached a place that made her vision tilt. Nails biting into his arms, she threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut.
“Look at me,” came Rey’s low voice.
Her eyes flew open. Locked on to his. And she couldn’t look away—he looked at her like she was the answer to every question; like he was the most fortunate man in the world. The man made her feel like a goddess.
Pleasure was building, low and deep-rooted, growing taller and greater with every heartbeat. Rey reached down, adjusting her hips and pressing his thumb firmly against her.
“Oh, gods!” she cried out. Stars shimmered in her vision, everything building, tightening, around him.Close, she was so close…
“Sunshine,” he murmured. Looking down at her with burning intensity, Rey quickened his tempo in a series of short, quick thrusts that had her gasping and wrenching at the blankets. But he was relentless, and he kept pumping, kept watching her.
The warmth in her chest—the warmth forhim—reached a breaking point. It exploded, shimmering to each corner of her body.
And through it all, Silla didn’t once look away.
Watchingher expression while she fell apart around him nearly sent Rey over the edge. Gritting his teeth, he dug for every last ounce of his willpower, holding himself still as she shuddered around him. It felt like an eternity until her bodygrew limp, and he eased himself out of her. Burying his face in her hair, he inhaled deeply.
“Rey, you…”
“Give me a minute,” he growled, trying to master himself. He breathed in slowly, releasing it through his teeth.
“But you didn’t…”
He lifted his head, taking her in. Hair disheveled, eyes glazed with pleasure.
“I’m not done,” he said roughly. “I warned you, Silla. I plan to take my time.”
“Three!” she exclaimed. “Three is plenty! Three is wonderful!”
A slow smile curved his lips. “We can do better.”
He watched as her eyes darkened—as her gaze slid down his body. “Better, you say?”
Rey reached for her hips, desperate for the feel of her, but Silla surprised him by pushing him onto his back and climbing on top. “Perhaps,” she said, a smile teasing her lips, “like this?”
In smooth motion, he lifted her, settling her over his aching cock. Bracing her hands on his chest, she slowly slid down his shaft. They groaned in unison.
He stared up at her, so beautiful and soft, emotion swelling deep in his chest.Frightened together, she’d told him. The two words which had changed his life. Despite everything, she’d opened her heart to him. And if today’s events had taught Rey anything, it was not to squander it.
Silla began slow, sinuous rhythms, her dark curly hair spilling over her shoulders.
“So lovely,” Rey murmured, pulling a stray tendril taut, then letting it spring up.
“You’re lovely, too,” she whispered, pushing harder on his chest, lifting her hips higher and taking him even deeper. “So selfless. So willing to sacrifice for others. I shall show you each day just how lovely I think you are.”
Her words were sunshine, pure and bright and shining into each dark crevice in his chest. Rey’s hand slid along her spine, up the back of her neck, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her down. The friction of her breasts against his chest was maddening; her moans even more so. Rey’s other hand gripped her hip, holding her still as he pumped into her.
