“Your body. The way you responded to me.”
I knit my forehead. “Was it wrong?”
“No,” he whispers, throat tight, running a hand over his beard. “It was perfect… Like you want me.”
“Because I do.”
The mountain no longer feels temporary. Reed’s music is in my veins.
Chapter
Six
REED
My head still spins with the feel of her slick warmth, the way she clamped down on my fingers when I pushed her over the edge. I slide an arm possessively beneath her thigh, lifting her leg and drawing her wet core hard against me.
She gasps at the feel of my length, eyes rounding with panic.
“What?” I ask.
“I didn’t expect you to be so… big.”
I laugh darkly. “Is that a problem?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll be careful,” I promise, stroking the length of her jawline with a lazy finger. “Controlled.”
Her eyes glint, heat behind them now. “I don’t want control, Reed. I want fracture.”
That’s all it takes. My mouth covers hers frantically, tongue sweeping into her mouth again and again until we both pull away gasping.
I tuck my hips, running the head of my cock over her slick opening. Groaning at the velvety feel and the way she drenches me. My hand grips her thigh harder, knee digging into the bed for leverage and control.
She wants passionate. I’ll give her that. But not at the loss of my control or her consent.
She moans when I slide inside, bracing against the impossible tightness. Measured thrusts, pausing to gauge her face. Learning to breathe and feel with her.
Her hands come up, gripping my back as I sink deeper. Sharp fingernails breaking the skin. “Yes,” I whisper, pulling back and returning with more force. She screams, and I still.
Her pupils are blown when her eyes flutter open, bucking her hips and urging me deeper. “Need all of you,” she whispers, breath hot against my ear.
I change the angle, bringing her other leg up. She wraps them around my waist, locking her ankles. Then we move as one. Intensity flaring with each caress, every sensation.
Like an orchestra growing through a crescendo. My back burns with her marks. My eyes simmer. I grip her hips, sliding over the spot where she needs me. Again and again.
Until her breath can’t keep up.
Her body tightens. Gripping me hard, tremors and spasms running my length.
“Oh, God, Ivy,” I groan, pressing my face into the crook of her neck. Breathing her in. Trying to distract myself for one moment longer.
Time freezes.
My heart stops.
One more thrust, and she unravels around me.
