“Eclipse.”
“I’m here,sezari.”
There was a thump, then another as his boots hit the floor. His jeans went next, and finally he was crawling over her. Like the poles of magnets, her hands clutched him, arms sliding around his torso as she pulled him down to her.
“I thought you left me,” she mumbled, burying her face in his neck as she let his warmth infuse her.
“Never,sezari.”
“I’m sorry,” she continued. “Sorry if I’m too independent. It was ingrained in me. I don’t mean—”
“Shh, baby. You’re perfect just the way you are.” His lips grazed her forehead, her cheek, lower.
When his mouth fused to hers, Orianna whimpered, absorbing him into every inch of her.
There was no foreplay, but Orianna didn’t need it. Right now, she wanted him inside her, filling her, consuming her. He slid his arm beneath her right leg, drawing it up, her knee curving over his forearm and then … mother of all things holy, he was sinking inside her.
Orianna bit his shoulder as pleasure overrode the ache. It wasn’t enough, but it was exactly what she needed. She held on tightly as he pumped his hips, the friction bringing tears to her eyes, the relief so intense.
Eclipse’s head lowered, his face pressed against her shoulder as he held himself over her and gave her what she needed. Thrust and retreat, again and again, until the only thing she knew was the feel of him surrounding her.
She wasn’t sure how many times she came, but like every time his body molded to hers, it didn’t matter. He shattered her on so many levels, physical was only a part of it. But it felt amazing, her hands running over smooth, warm skin, his back muscles flexing beneath her palms as he arched and bowed.
“You feel so good,sezari.” His voice cracked, as though the emotion couldn’t be contained by the vibration of his vocal cords.
Tears fell down her cheeks as she held on for dear life. He was there with her, right there in that very moment. She could feel not only his physical presence but something more. It was what she’d needed all her life, someone who would care for her, love her. Not because she was a means to an end but because she was what he needed as well.
Eclipse’s rhythm slipped, his erection driving deep inside her again and again, but she could feel his body vibrating beneath her palms.
“I love you,sezari,” he whispered against her ear. “You’re my everything. My here and now. My tomorrow. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
Her nails dug into his back as those words pierced her heart, the heat swelling, encompassing her entire being until she was shuddering.
“Eclipse … please…” Orianna cried out as he drove into her one final time.
His muscles tensed, his head tilting back, and that familiar growl escaped him, a low, guttural sound that shattered her once more.
Eclipse collapsed beside her, pulling her into his body, his arm beneath her head. He held her tightly to him, as though he feared she would slip away if he didn’t. Her breaths were labored, her body slick with sweat from the workout they’d just had, but she didn’t care if he squeezed the life out of her.
“I love you,sezari, with all that I am.”
Those words … they were what she’d needed to hear. A balm to her soul.
She was right where she wanted to be, but more importantly, she had needed the reassurance that she was right wherehewanted her to be.
What the fuck? Seriously?”
The question rumbled through the mansion as the sexual energy slammed through everyone inside.
“Oh, fuck…”
Males and females began scrambling, searching for someone to assuage the ache. Those who’d yet to experience the phenomenon appeared dumbfounded by the overwhelming sensation, the desperate need to fuck, but even they had the sense to know how to handle themselves. Oliver could hear their moans and sighs, flesh against flesh. It was the same sounds that encompassed the mansion whenever that strange energy flooded it.
As he stood at the edge of the pool, he inhaled deeply, trying to fight it off. His shorts scraped against his oversensitive skin, the urge to rip them off nearly too great to resist.
Had it not been for the female staring back at him with wide, uncertain eyes, he would’ve stumbled somewhere private, used his hand to release the frustration that was steadily growing into an overwhelming need. It wasn’t ideal, but it was what he’d had to do whenever it happened. If he didn’t, he feared his balls would explode.
“Oliver?” Bijou’s green eyes were locked on him. “What is that? Why does it keep happening?”
