Ineedhis soul to hold mine.
The restraint, composure, exploration, whatever it was he was trying to have, snaps.
He thrusts into me with the force of the stars, and my eyes roll back. Every powerful pump of his hips I feel in the depth of my being.
Long gone is the man who stepped away from my touch when I first arrived.
No part of me expected him to be gentle necessarily, but timid, maybe even unsure. I had it built up in my mind, he’d be more cautious, experimental almost, with his movements as he learned what I liked.
I was wrong.
He already knows. He’s already observed.
He didn’t have to watch Kyzen and me together to know how to prime my body for him. Those subtle touches and forehead kisses were his way of getting me ready for him. That was him showing me a soft side he has inside of him.
Now he wants me to see the side that comes undone.
For me. Only me.
Fucking me into oblivion is a god who’s determined to merge our bodies into one.
One who’s been patient, prepared, and ready to wring every last ounce of pleasure from me that he can.
A loud, stuttering curse rips from my throat as he hikes my legs onto his shoulders and buries himself even deeper inside of me.
The kiss he lays on my ankle has my whole leg twitching and my fingers claw his hands where they’re wrapped around my thighs.
I gasp, and every ounce of air in my lungs escapes me when he links our fingers together and leans forward.
My toes damn near touch behind my head and my wide eyes lock onto his. He slows his deep thrust, relishing each move.
Soft groans slip through his mouth, and I desperately want to taste them on my lips.
His fingers unlace from mine as he holds himself still and peels my legs from around his head. They automatically wrap around his waist as his arm slides behind my back and he lifts me up effortlessly. He climbs us up the bed until my head lies against his pillow.
“Watch me, Thayla. Watch me become yours.”
My hands cup his cheeks as one of his reaches between us and he finds my clit. Despite the frantic moans pouring from my lips and the overwhelming need to close my eyes, I don’t.
I watch as eagerness enters his gaze when my pussy clenches around him.
His power ignites across my body, snatching not only an orgasm out of me but my soul.
The two forces surround us, pressing us closer together as he empties himself inside of me.
Not only does my soul hum, it pulses.
And not only toward him.
It’s as though the piece connecting to him wanted me to know the distinctions between all my slivers.
There’s no more mistaking his.
Any of them.
I can sense which thread goes to who.
I pant, trying to catch my breath at the realization that races across my mind. It all ceases to exist, though, when I gaze deep into those citrine crystal eyes.
