There’s no questioning my own feelings…not when they burn bright inside me every day.
“I love you too,” I return, letting the truth settle between us, deep and permanent.
Her smile makes it all worth it.
Our journey to the bedroom is a blur of hands, laughter, and whispered words meant for only us. Here, there are no plans, enemies, or worries. It’s just us in the present, and a warmth I cling to.
As her lips meld against mine while I feel the mattress beneath us, I don’t have to consider survival here or the potential outcome of my every move.
Instead, I’m finally living, and I’m not letting go of that feeling.
Chapter 30 - Elena
My back arches from the bed as a wanton moan slips from my lips, spurred on by the way he devours me.
Hands on my thighs caging his head, Wyatt passes his tongue through me, groaning softly like he’s gaining just as much pleasure from this as I am. That alone heightens my senses, bringing me closer to the edge.
He’s everywhere at once, sending sparks of sensation rippling through me.
Wyatt is gentle and thoughtful when he wants to be, but in these moments, he’s far from collected. Instead, he operates on base instinct, so immersed in it that I don’t know where I end and he begins.
His dark strands are already a mess, mussed by the endless paths my fingers create through them, gripping each time his ministrations make my stomach flip.
Even when I pull a little too hard, he doesn’t care. He just groans against me, letting me feel every agonizing vibration against me.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” Wyatt mumbles, flicking at my sensitive nub before exploring the rest of me, fingers squeezing into my thighs. “So perfect…”
When he gets like this, his every word and touch become reverent, acting like this is more about worship than mere release.
And I certainly don’t complain.
My panted breaths fill the room as I squirm, eyes shut, while I let myself go, not caring about being too much. With him, nothing is ever too much.
With the addition of his fingers, slow and coaxing to supplement, I arch deeper as every spark and knot join together, mounting too high for me to stand.
And with his head firmly between my thighs, the dam breaks, and I come in a rush of heat.
Wyatt groans against me again as I gasp, continuing his movements to guide me through it.
The bliss is immediately, flickering through me without hesitation, and I do my best to cling to it while the feeling lasts.
But just as quickly as it sets in, it ebbs, leaving me wanting even more.
Wyatt places several gentle kisses around my thighs while I catch my breath before he pulls up, looking disheveled and content in his own way.
Yet, beneath it, hunger lingers, having been set aside for the sake of my own pleasure.
He gives me a lazy grin, moving over me. “I should do that every day, just to hear you make that little sound when you fall apart.”
A combination of subtle embarrassment and amusement fights for real estate on my face, but my good mood persists thanks to him. “I won’t complain.”
“I’d hope not.”
Growing impatient now, I reach for Wyatt, pulling him closer until he practically drops on top of me, lips finding his.
He hums into it, easing into the embrace as his arms encircle behind my head, holding me close. He melds our mouths together, skin on skin, as he fits perfectly between my thighs.
After a moment, he grins into it. “Eager, hm?”
