The silence hangs thick between us. Her touch is solid, warm, and strong. There’s an ease that only she brings, which I find both comforting and curious.
She finally breaks the silence, her breath barely above a whisper. “Let’s go to bed.”
I nod, and she guides me to our bedroom in silence. She closes the door behind us while I head to the bed, my heart no longer raging as it had been moments earlier.
A quiet, serene relief floods through me as I climb into bed.
Harper does the same, remaining on her side, and she silently reaches for the pillows, the one rule I put into place when we shared the bed after our last fight.
Seems pointless now, considering what we did earlier this evening and tonight, her holding me tight.
I don’t want the pillows.
I don’t want the wall built up between us.
I want her.
I toss the extra pillows to the floor.
While I appreciate her giving me space, I no longer want it or need it.
I pull Harper against me, pushing my knee between her bare thighs, my leg finding her heated core.
She raises an eyebrow, and even in the darkness, I can see the hint of a smile on her lips. The pleasure that I can draw out of her with such a simple touch.
I’d do anything for this woman, my wife.
My lips crash on hers, my hands firmly plant against her cheeks, keeping her tight to me. I need her. Crave her.
My body seeks warmth and comfort, and Harper willingly obliges, parting her lips for me to gain entrance.
Her eyes fall shut, reveling in the feeling, and mine momentarily close while I kiss her, my lips dancing from her lips down her neck, worshipping every inch of her heated skin.
“Luca,” she moans my name, her fingers tight in my hair as she drags my gaze up to hers. “I know you’re hurting. I don’t want to take advantage of you if this isn’t what you want.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I rasp, deepening the kiss, silencing her.
I need Harper.
She gives me something that I can’t get elsewhere. She fulfills a need I never knew I had, buried deep within me.
Desperation gives way, and she offers me every bit of herself, once, twice, three times over. I worship her body like the temple that it is.
Every broken piece of me becomes whole when I’m with her, even as the darkness inside me threatens to take over. I feel that darkness edging closer, and she’s the light that pushes it away.
The way she touches me grounds me, anchoring my heart to hers. There’s nothing beyond the two of us—just heat, need, and desire. She is what I crave, what I need. There is no life worth living without her.
Everything else fades away—the pain, the doubts, the world outside our embrace. All I feel is Harper, her heartbeat in time with mine, her breath mingling with my own, creating a rhythm that is ours.
Every inch of her is beautiful and, more importantly, mine. I trace her skin with the pads of my fingers, memorizing every curve, every freckle, every magnificent detail that is uniquely Harper.
The sweet gasps and moans fill the air, which only encourages me further. Heat pools between her thighs with each stroke of my cock.
Her moans and pleas flood the room in ecstasy.
The connection between us is electric, sparking a fire that burns away any lingering uncertainty. She is my solace, my sanctuary, and I will never let her go.
I’m close, at the edge of the abyss, craving the feeling of falling with her, together.
