Her pulse stutters, faltering in terrifying arrhythmia beneath my touch. My heart stalls with it, caught with the sound of her trapped breath.
Instantly, my hand reaches for the pill case, a desperate panic twisting through me?—
“No,” Collins breathes, wincing as her gaze captures mine. She grips me harder, trembling fingers threading in my hair. “Don’t—don’t stop.”
Halted, chest painfully constricted, I search her eyes. “Collins?—”
“Orion,” she fires back, her voice breaking on my name as she rolls her hips in seductive rhythm, stealing my goddamn reason. “Oh, god. Please—don’t stop.”
“Fuck me.” It escapes my mouth, harsh and surrendered, as I let gravity take hold. Falling helplessly into her, willingly drowning beneath the erotic rock of her current.
“Collins, I will break you,” I whisper coarsely against her ear. “God—dammit,” I growl, my lips finding the faint pulse at her throat. “I can’t…” I grind out, my voice gravel. “I don’t have the strength to stop.”
Pulled deeper, I claim the last vestiges of her fight with a bruising, possessive kiss. Her fight depleted, Collins wilts beneath me, surrendering to my next unrestrained thrust. Her fingers interlock with mine, gripping so tight our knuckles bleach.
My thumb traces her heartbeat in obsessive devotion, following its rise and fall, fearful of losing even one. Letting that faint pulse dictate my pace. Slowing when it falters, speeding when it races. I tidal-lock to her gravity, my rhythm set to the erratic tempo beneath her skin.
One hand anchors hers in place, my other splays over her sternum, feeling her heart surge under my palm. “I’ve got you, baby,” I murmur, lips brushing hers as I attune to her beat. “Never letting go.”
And as she begins to unravel beneath me, I move into the spaces, winding through each trembling shudder, following her to the precipice of her pleasure. Burning alive in her fiery collision as she crashes over me, through me. Entrained to her pulse, taking her breath into my starving lungs, like that first relief of breath after breaking the surface.
Her music has never existed solely in the notes, but in the breathless anticipation before, in the charged silence between. The pause preceding a touch, the shivering inhale just before release. That tension suspended on a knife’s edge.
She is that devastatingly perfect chord held in aching suspension, waiting for the beautiful, inevitable resolution.
And I feel the exact moment her fury gives way to longing. Her pain to rapture. A euphoric shift that overcomes me, wholly.
I ease my pace, rolling my hips with slow, reverent intention. Entering her in long, languid strokes. Unhurried as I take my time to learn her breath, memorize the way it flutters on a quick inhale. The way it catches and holds as expectation tightens her body. How her chest rises against mine, muscles quivering and taut as she hovers at the brink of shattering.
I savor her like the notes of her melody, immersing myself in every subtle change of her cadence.
When I sense her nearing—muscles winding tighter, breaths turning shallow—I angle myself deeper, slowing my pace to something torturous, shuddering as her warmth clenches around me.
“Ah, god—fuck. Just like that,” I groan roughly against her parted lips. “I could live and die right here buried in you.”
I press her knees wide, lifting slightly to slip my hand between us. My fingers circle her clit in tantalizing strokes, matching the slow, possessive rock of my hips. “Right or left,” I demand.
Her eyes flare open, catching mine in disbelief. “What—are you seriously being this fucking meticulous right now?”
“Always.” I rub to the right of that tender bundle of nerves, gauging her body’s response, then move deliberately left—and she arches beneath me, head tipping back as a cry catches breathless in her throat.
“Left,” I declare with arrogant satisfaction.
And then I’m relentless.
My right hand threads into her damp hair, gripping her close. Holding her captive to every punishing, rhythmic stroke as my fingers work her in tight, controlled spirals.
My mouth hovers just above hers, swallowing each gasp, each moan. Her spine arcs, slick heat pressing against me as I grind deeper, harder—each thrust matched to the unforgiving pace and pressure of my fingers.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” I coax, my mouth brushing hers, voice coarse and demanding. I drag my lips up her jawline, licking a mindless path along her parted mouth. “You’re taking me so fucking perfectly.” I nip her bottom lip, then kiss her with unrestrained hunger as I draw her closer to the edge. “God damn, you’re so wet for me, so fucking perfect. I need you to come, angel. Come for me. I want to feel you break around me. I’m not stopping until I feel every maddening pulse of your body, and you’re thoroughly ruined.”
As she bites into her lip, I seize her mouth again, tongues tangling as I devour her whimpers, feral in my pursuit.
And when her release crashes through her, it’s devastating. Fucking earth-shattering. Her body clenches around me in a tight, shuddering embrace, the fierce rise of her hips tearing me mad.
“God—fuckingdamn, you’re gripping me so tight,” I rasp, voice wrecked. “So fucking tight and wet as you come for me, baby…just for me.” I groan harshly, pushing deep inside her. “Tell me who’s fucking you—who’s making this sweet pussy come.”
“Oh, god…oh…god,” she breathes, thighs shaking as they press against me. “You?—”
