It started slowly, a deep, rocking rhythm. Each withdrawal was agony, each thrust back into her brought relief. I braced myself on one arm, the other hand still gripping her hip as our sounds filled the barn. The slap of skin, our ragged breaths, the rain pouring down outside.
“Look at me,” I growled out.
Her eyes, hazy with pleasure, found mine. That connection, more than the physical joining, undid me.
My control shattered, and the pace changed. It wasn’t slow and deep anymore.
My love for her was frantic, driving, possessive.
I fucked her with everything I had, for every year of missed chances and silent longing.
I needed to make her stay.
Needed to make her love me the same wayIloved her.
I shifted our position, pulling her legs up until they were over my shoulders, going deeper, driving into her with a hunger I’d never felt for anyone else before.
Then I hit a spot that made her cry out.
Her nails scraped down my back, even through my shirt.
“Zane, I’m gonna…” she choked out.
“Come for me, Mal,” I demanded, my voice thick as I took her with everything in me. “Let me feel it.”
Her body went rigid.
A tremor started deep inside her, and then it burst outward.
Her back arched off the ground, and a broken, beautiful cry tore from her throat as she came. Her sweet pussy clenched around me in rapid, pulsing waves, milking my cock, pulling the orgasm from me with a force that stole my breath.
My own release tore through me in a white-hot rush. I drove into her one last time, as deep as I could, holding myself there as I emptied into her, my hips jerking with the force of it.
Then a guttural groan ripped from my chest, a sound I didn’t even recognize as my own.
Holy fuck.
My arms gave out, and I collapsed on top of her, completely overcome.
That had been too fast. Too hard. Too much.
Or absolutely perfect. I wasn’t sure which yet.
Our hearts hammered against each other in a frantic, chaotic beat while the rain continued outside.
It was a soft, steady reminder that life existed outside our little hay-strewn world.
We didn’t move for a long time.
I just lay there, inside her, listening to her breathe as she held me so tight I thought she’d never let go again, as aftershocks trembled through her body.
“Mallory,” I finally spoke, her name full of all the unspoken things I felt for her. Love and anguish tangled in my chest.
I wanted to keep her here forever, even though I knew she’d fly away someday soon, her spirit bigger than this mountain.
Mallory Carpenter couldn’t be contained by a man like me.Noman could contain her. She was a wild songbird, frantically beating her wings as she tried to experience everything she could in her short time on this planet.
But for right now, she was mine.
