He almost lost his control at the thought of having her fully. To comprehend that he was the only one to have her was erotic in every way. As he moved within her, he gave himself over to the pleasure, aware that her nails were biting into his back as she gasped in her own pleasure. The slight pain was welcome, heightening his own desire, and just when he didn’t think he could deny himself any longer, she gave a loud gasp, calling his name.
He couldn’t hold himself in check any longer and shattered within her, releasing everything he’d withheld for so long.
His fear.
His denial.
Himself, and it all came together as he met her wonder-filled gaze, and for the first time, he understood how two fully became one.
Because it was more than sex.
He’d never really understood that.
It was giving yourself over to the other person fully, irrevocably, losing that control willingly.
As much as he had branded her body, she had utterly branded his heart.
And he couldn’t have been more at peace.
