She shatters with a scream. I feel every ripple of her orgasm around my fingers, and I work her through each wave. I gentle my touch only when she starts to whimper from overstimulation. I press soft kisses to her inner thighs as she comes down, savoring the taste of her that still coats my tongue.
One last kiss to her sensitive flesh before I rise to my feet. She’s slumped against the wall with her chest heaving asshe tries to catch her breath. Her eyes have gone glassy with pleasure. The sight of her like this—wrecked and beautiful and mine—makes something primal roar to life in my chest.
“We’re not done.” I grab her hips and lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. “Not even close.”
I carry her to the bedroom and lay her down on the mattress. She watches with heavy-lidded eyes as I strip off my shirt and toss it aside. When I move my hands to my belt, she wets her lips again.
“Like what you see?” I shove my jeans and boxers down in one motion and kick them off.
She looks at my cock, hard and straining toward her. “It’s been a while.”
“For me too.” I crawl over her body and cage her in with my arms.
I capture her mouth in another kiss while positioning myself at her entrance. She tastes like need and surrender, and I want to drown in her.
“Tell me you want this.” I drag the head of my cock through her wetness, coating myself in her arousal. We both shudder at the sensation. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I want this. I want you.”
I sink into her in one long stroke.
The sensation nearly undoes me. She’s tight and hot and perfect, holding onto me like she was made to take my cock. The mate bond roars to life between us. No longer incomplete. Blazing with a connection that steals my breath. I feel her everywhere—not just around my shaft but in my chest, my blood, and my bones. Every cell in my body recognizes her as mine.
“Fuck.” I drop my forehead to hers and force myself to hold still, giving her body time to adjust to my size. “You feel incredible. Better than I remember. Better than anything else I’ve ever felt.”
She rakes her nails down my back and rolls her hips beneath me, urging me to keep going.
I pull back and thrust forward. The moan she releases makes my cock twitch inside her. I do it again, harder this time, and she bows her back off the mattress to meet me. We find a rhythm together. Give and take. Push and pull. Every stroke drives me deeper inside her. The slick sound of our bodies moving together fills the room, mixing with her moans and my groans until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
The sounds she makes—the gasps, the breathless whispers of my name—push me closer to the edge. But I’m not ready for this to end. Not yet. Not after ten years of dreaming about this exact moment.
I change the angle and hitch one of her legs higher around my waist. The new position lets me hit that spot inside her with every thrust, and she cries out so loud I’m sure anyone within a mile can hear us. Good. Let them hear. Let everyone know she’s mine.
“Right there.” She’s practically sobbing now as she adds, “God, right there, don’t stop—”
I pound into her harder. Faster. Chasing her pleasure with everything I have. “Never. I’m never stopping. You’re mine, Skylar. You’ve always been mine.”
I slide my hand between our bodies and find her clit, where I rub circles in time with my thrusts, and she writhes beneath me. I feel her start to clench around my cock. Her body coils tighter and tighter as I drive into her.
“Come for me again. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She falls apart with my name on her lips. The feeling of her clenching around me is enough to drag me over the edge with her. My hips stutter as I bury myself as deep as I can go, spilling inside her while the mate bond sings with completion. The pleasure crashes through me in waves, more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced. I groan her name against her throat as I empty myself completely.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just lie there tangled together as the aftershocks still ripple through both of us. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, rapid and strong, matching the rhythm of my own.
Then Skylar turns her face away from me.
I pull out of her slowly and settle onto the mattress beside her, waiting for her to say something. Anything. But she just lies there staring at the wall with her back to me. Her body is rigid despite what we just shared.
“Skylar…”
“Don’t. Just... don’t.”
I want to reach for her. I want to pull her into my arms and tell her that this changes everything. That we can figure out the rest of it together. But something in the stiff line of her spine tells me that’s not what she needs right now.
So I lie there in silence, watching the woman I want pretend I don’t exist. I have no idea if what just happened fixed something between us or broke it even more.
Chapter 12 - Skylar
