“Are you alright?”
“I’ve never been better.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Bristol, even if it’s a lie, even if it’s just for tonight,” I whisper against her lips as I slowly pull out and push back deep inside her tight, warm heat. Her pussy walls squeeze my length like a vise, fluttering and contracting.
She reaches between us, fingers tracing over my face as she looks up at me, and I swear, something else has to be at play, some other divine intervention, some spiritual gift that I don’t deserve because I don’t deserve the words she speaks next. “I’m yours, Rhys. I’ve always been yours. Only ever yours.”
“That’s right, my love, only ever mine.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
BRISTOL
Rhys captures my lips with his, my arms wrapping around his neck as he kisses me senseless. My heart thunders behind my ribcage, emotions running through me, mingling and fighting for dominance. My body can’t decide if I want to cry, or laugh, or scream. I’m not lying when I say the words he begs for. I’m his. Irrevocably. Unconditionally. Eternally.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before. It’s transcendent. Life-changing. Like everything in my life has led me to this single point, this one man, and now it’s all snapped into place. I’m connected to Rhys in a way that I couldn’t fathom before now.
“Fuck, my love, you feel so good wrapped around me. Look at how well you take me.” God, his dirty mouth. I never thought I would enjoy dirty talk, but the way Rhys is constantly reassuring me . . .praising me. . . it’s everything I didn’t know I needed.
He’s so in tune with my body, in tune with me, that I’m having my needs met without having to vocalize them. His gorgeous body hovers over me, his hips picking up speed as he pistons into my center. He’s so big, stretching me wide around him, but I’ve never loved anything more.
Except for maybe his mouth.
His skin is clammy and cool under my touch. My mouth salivates as he moves over me, and I can’t help but give in to my baser instincts, leaning forward and trailing my tongue along his collarbone, his sweat salty and oh so manly.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You feel perfect. You’re perfect. Such a good girl for me, letting me take you outside under the stars. Let the world hear you scream my name as you come for me.”
He sits up on his knees then, hooking his arms under my knees and lifting my ass off the ground. He stays deep, never pulling out as he lifts me up and down on his cock, dragging my clit over his pelvis. Everything feels like it’s on fire, like I’ve been jump-started and brought back from the dead.
Pleasure like I’ve never experienced before spreads through my body before I combust. My pulse flutters wildly, my body responding before my mind has. Wave after wave of pleasure rushes through me until I am left with shaky legs, my heart beating rapidly, and my breath ragged.
“There it is. That’s it. Come for me, pretty girl, let me feel you shatter.”
I scream out his name into the dark, endless night, my body ravaged in a way it never has been before.
“Oh fuck, Bristol. That’s it, my love, come all over my cock. You’re taking me with you. Shit.” Rhys comes with a guttural,drawn-out moan that embeds itself into my soul. His hips stutter as he holds me close and stays deep. I can feel the power of his orgasm as his dick throbs between my sensitive walls. His arms strain, and I wish so badly I could see the bulging veins in his thick, corded forearms.
Rhys collapses down on top of me, bracing himself up on one forearm as his other threads through my hair, brushing the strands out of my face. I’m sure I look thoroughly wrecked.
“You’re an exceptional creature, my love, and I’m so incredibly obsessed with you.”
“Rhys, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but you, that, what we just did, I’ve never . . .” I ramble on, at a complete loss for words.
“Wow,” he chuckles, the vibrations flowing through me. “I made you speechless. That’s a pretty hefty compliment.”
“It should be. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
“Me either. I know I’ll never experience it with anyone else. You’re it for me, Bristol. My endgame. My heart beats for you.”
Rhys kisses me slowly and languidly, like we have all the time in the world. And right now, in this meadow under the stars, the outside world doesn’t exist. It’s just me and this incredible man. We stay like that, with his length softening inside me, until the wind chills my bones.
“You’re cold,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead and then my nose. He slips from my body, taking all the warmth with him. I shiver again, attempting to sit up, when his strong hand presses flat against my chest. “No, baby, let me clean youup.”
I watch as Rhys uses his shirt, oh so gently wiping down my inner thighs and then my intimate area. It’s so tender, so sweet. When he’s finished, he helps me sit up, pulling my shirt back over my head. I can say wholeheartedly that I’ve never been treated with such care. Rhys pulls off the condom, tying it off before helping me finish getting dressed. When I stand to pull my jeans up, I notice the large, cool wet spot on the inside of his vest I was lying on.
Jesus Christ. I must have gushed all over the damn thing. Horror washes over me.
“Your vest, Rhys, I’m so sorry, I made such a mess, oh my god,” I ramble as I bury my head in my hands.” Rhys is right there, gripping my wrists and forcing them down. He pinches my chin between his forefinger and thumb, gently guiding my head backward to look up and meet his eyes.
