Jaxon’s handslid down her side in a soothing motion, grounding her even as desire swelled anew.
Gracie closed her eyes,savoring the feeling, letting herself be held and wanted without fear.
“Daenae stop,”she whispered, not as command but plea.
He answeredwith a kiss to her temple, promising without words as he continued to pleasure her with his rigid shaft.
Her fingers laced with his,and she guided his hand to her heart, letting him feel its quickened beat.
“See what ye do to me,”she said softly, half-laughing, half-breathless.
His smile wastender and undone all at once. “Ye undo me the same,” he replied, voice low with awe.
They lingered there,touching and being touched, as though time itself had slowed to grant them mercy. Every brush of skin carried meaning, every kiss a vow whispered in secret.
Gracie pressed closer to Jaxon.His lips found hers again, deep and unhurried, and she melted against him, every nerve alive under his touch.
“Ye taste of fire,”she murmured between kisses, voice husky with need.
He groaned softly and answered,“And ye, lass, set me soul alight.”
Their bodies movedin quiet rhythm, pressing and turning as if they had all the time in the world. Gracie’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer while his hands roamed over her, sliding lower to cradle her hips.
“I could stay like this forever,”she whispered, heart pounding, breath catching.
Jaxon smiledagainst her mouth and said, “Aye, and I would guard this moment like the finest treasure.”
She tilted her head,giving him more of herself, and felt a shiver run down her spine as his lips trailed from her mouth to her jaw, to the curve of her neck. His hands gripped her sides possessively, and she gasped, arching into him, body trembling with warmth and desire.
“Jaxon…”she breathed, voice soft and urgent.
He nipped gentlyat her ear, murmuring, “Are ye close?”
“Aye, I’m goin’to release,” she moaned.
With that herbody tremored in bliss. It shot through every inch of her as she pressed her fingers into his back.
Every touch was fire,every glance a spark, and Gracie felt herself dissolve into him, losing the world outside the bedchamber. Their mouths met again, more urgent now, lips and tongues dancing in unison, heat building between them.
“Ye’re mine,”he murmured, voice low.
She replied, “As ye are mine.”
Then Jaxon wentrigid under her touch. She felt his hot juices flow into her with a shudder.
Their kisses deepened,slow and greedy, fingers exploring in tender curiosity, mapping familiar territory that felt new in the shadows of the candlelight.
Gracie’s pulseraced as she felt his hands slide down her back, cupping her fully, holding her close as if he could not bear to let her go.
“I could lose meself in ye,”he murmured, lips brushing hers in fleeting kisses.
She laughed breathlessly,“Then do, Jaxon… lose yerself.”
They remained intertwined,breathing each other in, making soft, intimate sounds that filled the quiet room. Every press of lips, every graze of skin, sent waves of warmth through Gracie, leaving her flushed and trembling.
Their eyes met between kisses,dark with longing, full of unspoken promises and shared desire. And in that private world beneath the covers, nothing existed beyond the fire they carried for each other.
EPILOGUE
