Mine. She’d always been his.
God, he loved her. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and drove inside her in one hard thrust.
Tight! Christ,tight. And…
Resistance?
Shock opened his eyes even as she cried out. Not in pleasure this time, but in pain.
What the hell?
As if she sensed what he was about to do, she twined her legs around his and lifted her hips against his, preventing him from pulling back. “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please, don’t stop. I’m fine.”
Their eyes held. He didn’t understand. He had so many questions in his mind, but the cravings of his body wouldn’t be denied. He was so close to coming, he couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. Not when he was inside her. Deep inside her. His throbbing cock surrounded by tight wet heat.
He levered his chest over her and thrust. Gently, this time, with a soft circle of his hips.
She gasped, her eyes widening. Aye, it felt good. Very good. Her body clung to him like a fist. A hot, wet fist. Milking him to mindless oblivion.
Sensation fired through his body, threatening to overtake him. His body strained against it, wanting to drag it out. Squeeze every last moment of this that he could.
He pumped again, circling, nudging deeper and deeper with each long stroke.
“You feel so good,” he moaned. She did. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. The passion he felt for her wasn’t just from his body but also from his heart. It consumed him. He felt it every time he looked at her. Eyes connected. Bodies connected. One. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too. I’ve always loved you.”
For a moment, as he held her to him and looked into her eyes, he felt true happiness.
The pressure was building at the base of his spine, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold it off much longer. Her words of love echoed in his ears. He clenched his jaw, fighting against the urge to let go. His stomach muscles tightened. His thrusts quickened. But he needed her to come with him.
She started to move against him and he knew he was about to get what what he wanted. She was close.
Love. He’d said he’d loved her! Helen felt the surge of pleasure rise again inside her as the force of his body slammed into hers. Feeling him inside her, filling her, loving her—it was possession in its most primitive form. A claim. A connection. Intimacy that she’d never imagined.
And it felt so good. The sharp shock of pain had faded into a distant memory as her body warmed and softened to accommodate him.
With each thrust, he brought her closer to the edge of the precipice. She could feel her pulse quicken. Feel anticipation course through her.
Their eyes locked. He looked so fierce and intense, every muscle in his body drawn tight as he fought for something.
For her, she realized. He was waiting for her.
Their eyes met. She felt the love from the bottom of her heart.
The swell of emotion pushed her over. She loved him so much. And this—what she was feeling—was the culmination of that love. It was the moment she’d been awaiting for so long. She cried out as pleasure engulfed her one more time.
It was all he needed. She could feel the violent roar surge through him. Feel the overwhelming force of his love slam into her. Feel the blast of heat explode inside her as their passion collided in a heavenly torrent.
For a moment she felt transposed. It felt as if she’d touched a piece of heaven. A star. The sun. A place not of this world.
His release wracked through him in slow, strained thrusts. He surged into her with one last push and, as if it had sapped every ounce of his energy, collapsed on top of her.
His heat, his crushing weight, barely had a chance to penetrate before he rolled off her.
Helen was still too flush with pleasure, moved by what had just happened, and exhausted to realize there was something wrong.
But when the heat on her skin prickled from the cool air, when her breathing has slowed, and when the last ebb of sensation had faded, she became painfully aware of the quiet.
