It always felt as if we’d known each other for years,Celeste thought vaguely, as she lifted her hips, allowing Pierce to push her jeans down her thighs.
Celeste could feel her pulse throbbing through her, her whole body alight. Running her hands down his sides, she shoved desperately at his own jeans, pushing them down his hips along with his boxer briefs. Perhaps she should be taking this slower, trying to savor it, but right now, she simply couldn’t think of anything else except being as close to him as possible, in every way.
“Celeste,” he groaned, when she finally took him in her hands, hot and hard against her palms. Her mouth went dry at the sound of the need in his voice – husky and desperate, as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
“Let’s not hold back, not now,” she said, as her fingers worked over him, coaxing him to even greater hardness. She knew, however, from the look in his eyes that she wouldn’t have to ask again.
Heat roiled through her as he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her as if he’d been waiting all his life to do it. Celeste let herself be overwhelmed by him – by the warmth of his mouth, by the passion of his kiss. She could feel the heat of his erection pressing against her, hot and hard and huge, as his thumbs traced over her hard nipples, making her gasp and squirm.
“Pierce!” she cried out, breaking the kiss as finally,finally, he pushed inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him that, even as big as he was, he slid inside her easily.
As if we were made for each other,she thought dizzily, barely able to breathe through the wave of ecstasy that pulsed through her from head to toe. She writhed beneath him, squeezing her thighs around his hips, urging him deeper, and pulling a long, throaty groan from his lips.
“Celeste,” he murmured, looking down at her through the haze of lust that clouded his eyes. “I never should have…”
“Don’t,” she said, raising her hand to press a finger to his lips. “It’s okay. Let’s just… enjoy this.”
Enjoywasn’t exactly the word for it, Celeste thought as she cried out at the first thrust of Pierce’s hips against her.Enjoycould hardly begin to describe the sensation that tore through her, washing over her like a wave, drowning all her senses.
She arched up, meeting his every thrust with her own, lifting her hips to urge him deeper. Every cell in her body felt as if it had been turned into liquid fire, melting her from the inside out.
Pierce groaned as she clenched around him, and she could feel his movements briefly falter, as if he was completely overcome by the sensations that must have been filling him too – they trembled against each other, pressed close, as Celeste lifted her head to kiss him again.
I’m his,she thought vaguely, as she clung to his shoulders.And he’s mine. That’s never changed, no matter how much time we’ve been apart.
She knew it was true – and she knew, somehow, that Pierce felt just the same way. The years seemed to fall away as they moved together. None of that mattered anymore – the only thing that mattered was that they were together again now, with nothing between them.
I’m his mate. And he’s mine.
Pleasure exploded through her body at the thought – it was true, and it always had been. Heat surged through her with every movement they made, every touch, every kiss, every thrust. She cried out again, digging her fingers into Pierce’s hips as if to urge him to go faster, and then even faster again. She could feel the hard muscles of his back shifting as he moved, the sweat of his skin as it slid against hers.
Finally, he let out a long, desperate groan before she felt a pulse of heat inside her – and at the same moment, a wave of pure bliss rolled over her and made her cry out, throwing her head back, her back arching, every muscle going taut with ecstasy.
“Celeste –”
At the sound of Pierce desperately, breathlessly groaning out her name, Celeste felt yet another roil of pleasure flood through her, wiping out everything except the sensation that rocked her body, filling her with fire. Her nerves sparked, her skin feeling almost overstimulated with pleasure, until finally she collapsed back on the couch, Pierce still inside her, his body covering hers.
They were both utterly breathless, their heaving chests pressed against each other as together they came down from the height of their bliss, their limbs still tangled together. Celeste could do nothing but slowly trail her hands up and down the length of his spine, wanting only to stay where she was forever, and never, ever get up again.
We’re together again.
It was the only thought in her head as she lay there, Pierce’s breath ruffling the hair by her ear.
But truly, it was as if they’d never been apart. This was what had always meant to be – she knew it suddenly, with an unshakeable certainty. Perhaps they had missed those years together, but that didn’t mean the future couldn’t be different – that there wasn’t a chance now for them to make up for lost time.
To be what we always should have been to each other.
But she knew they couldn’t lie here forever – and it seemed that Pierce knew it too. Reluctantly, and with a deep groan of regret, he pulled away from her, lifting his head to gaze down at her face.
“That was amazing,” he said huskily as he gently pushed sweaty strands of hair back from her forehead.
“I feel like I’m the one who should be saying that,” she said, still slightly breathless. “But. Um. I think we might have gotten a little distracted.”
Mild confusion crossed his face, before understanding cleared it.
“Ah. Yes.”
“After all, you told me all about yourself and what you’ve been doing all this time,” Celeste said as she sat up slowly. She didn’t want to stop touching him, but she knew that if they were really going to do this, she couldn’t allow there to be any more secrets between them. She had to tell him everything – and she meanteverything. It didn’t matter what Uncle Gordon or anyone else thought.
