“Look at me,” I rasp.
She does. And the way she watches me makes me feel like I’ve finally returned home. “Oh my god,” she whispers, bracing her hands on my chest as she bottoms out, her body fully flush with mine.
“Move, sweetheart.”
She starts slow, rocking her hips in sensual, deliberate rolls that nearly make my vision go white. Every drag of her body squeezes me like she’s trying to pull everything out of me. Heat pools low in my spine. It’s heavy and overwhelming and everything I’ve ever wanted. I still can’t believe that I’m inside her again.
Emma Easton.
Her moans get louder, higher, breaking into little gasps. Moonlight washes over her, her hair falling around her shoulders like a halo.She looks so fucking beautiful.
I sit up, one arm supporting her back, and suck her nipple into my mouth. She cries out, rhythm faltering into desperate, messy, hungry movements.
“You feel so good,” I groan against her skin. “God, Em.”
The sound of my voice triggers something in her. She shatters—crying out my name like it’s been trapped in her throat since the last time we made love a lifetime ago.
I thrust up into her, dragging out every last tremor until she collapses against me, panting. I kiss her shoulder, her neck, and her shoulder.
But I’m nowhere near finished.
I lower her onto the bed again, her limbs loose, body glowing. Before she can breathe, I hook her legs over my shouldersand fold her in half. Then I slam into her with one deep, devastating thrust.
She cries out, and it’s a sharp sound that activates the monster in me. This angle islethal. I watch myself disappear inside her over and over, watch her belly flutter with every relentless stroke.
“You feel that?” My voice is feral. “That’s me taking backeverything I fucking lost.”
“Yes,” she sobs, clutching the sheets, her gaze locking with mine. “I’ve only ever been yours.” Her eyes roll before focusing back on mine. “I looked for you in every man. But no one could ever be you.”
The words hurt like absolute fuck. Seven years of missing her. Seven years of wanting her. Of regretting and wanting to die without her.
Her body clenches around me again, and I ride it out before easing out of her. She whimpers, her body still spasming. A sound I willneverfucking forget. I lower her legs gently, lean over her, and kiss the top of her head. My gaze drags down herbeautiful body, snagging on the sight of my cum sliding down her inner thigh. It punches a groan out of me.
Her eyes flutter open. “Jude?”
Something primal curls through me. I don’t answer. I just scoop her into my arms.
She gasps and clings to me instinctively. “What—?” Her voice is breathless.
“I’m not done loving you yet,” I murmur into her hair.
She laughs, breathlessly. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“However much I make you take,” I answer swiftly, and she shudders.
I carry her to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Warm water cascades from above, instantly soaking us both, plastering her dark hair to her shoulders and chest, tracing the delicious curves of her body. I pull her into me, crashing my mouth against hers.
I can’t control myself. I’m possessed by a monster that just wants to devour her body, mind, and soul. I want to mark her and claim her in every way I fucking can. With a strength that still seems to surprise her, I lift her again. Her legs immediately wrap around my waist, her arms locking around my neck. I pin her to the cool marble, and thrust up into her with a hunger I’ve never felt for anyone else. Water pours over us. She yelps, nails raking my shoulders.Good. I want the marks. Hers. Only hers.
“That’s it,” I pant, fucking her hard enough that she gasps with every slam of my hips. “Take all of me, my good, gorgeous girl.”
Her head falls back, body trembling, orgasm winding tight again.
“Look at me,” I command.
Her beautiful brown eyes find mine.
“I love you,” I grit out. “I love you so fucking much.”
