Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, matching my rhythm. “Yes… just like that… oh, yes…”
“Tell me,” I gritted out, my hips pistoning faster now, the slap of skin on skin joining the rhythm of the rain. “Tell me who this belongs to.”
“You!” she cried out, her head thrashing on the pillow. “It’s yours, it’s always been yours!”
“Damn right it has.” I hooked my arms under her knees, pushing her legs back toward her shoulders, opening her even wider, sinking impossibly deeper. The new angle made her scream, a raw, unfiltered sound of pleasure that went straight to my dick.
I was losing it. The sight of her, spread out and taking me so completely, the sounds she was making, the feel of her—it was too much. But I wasn’t going to come yet. Not until she did. Not until I’d wrung every last shudder, every last cry, from her body.
I leaned down, capturing a peaked, dusky nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue over the tip.
“Easton!” she shrieked, her back bowing off the bed.
I switched to the other, biting down gently, then soothing with my tongue. My hips never stopped, a hard, driving rhythm that was turning her cries into a continuous, pleading moan.
“I can feel you,” I groaned against her breast. “I can feel you getting tighter. You gonna come for me, sweetheart? Gonna come on my cock?”
“Yes… yes, I’m close, I’m so close…”
“Let me hear you.” I lifted my head, locking my eyes with hers. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, tears tracking from the corners of her eyes. Beautiful. Destroyed. Mine. “I want to hear you scream my name when you shatter.”
I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, swollen and throbbing. I pressed down in firm, rapid circles, matching the pace of my thrusts.
That was it.
Her eyes flew wide, her mouth opening in a silent scream for a second before the sound ripped free.
“Easton!”
Her body convulsed around me, a violent, clenching wave of pleasure that milked my cock perfectly. I watched her fall apart, felt her inner walls fluttering and gripping me, and it was the most beautiful, devastating thing I’d ever seen.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a guttural roar, I drove into her one last time, deep, deep, as deep as I could go, and let go. My release erupted, hot and endless, pumping into her, claiming her in the most primal way possible. My hips jerked through the pulses, my whole body shaking with the force of it, my vision tunneling until all I could see was her face, blissed out and peaceful beneath me.
I collapsed, barely catching my weight on my elbows, shuddering as the last aftershocks rolled through me. I was still buried inside her, our bodies slick with sweat, joined, breathing in ragged unison.
For a long time, there was no sound but the rain and our panting breaths.
Slowly, carefully, I rolled us to our sides, pulling her with me so I wouldn’t crush her. I stayed inside her, unwilling to break the connection just yet. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight against my chest, my face buried in her hair.
Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my back.
“You okay?” I mumbled into her braids.
She made a soft, contented sound. “Mmm. Define ‘okay.’ I think my soul left my body for a minute there.”
A tired smile touched my lips. “Mine too.”
“Good.” She tilted her head back to look at me. Her eyes were soft, sated, full of a love so deep it made my chest hurt. “That was… different.”
“Yeah.”
“Not angry.”
“No.”
“Protective,” she whispered. “Intense. Filthy.” A small smile. “Very, very romantic.”
