Page 175 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Nice.

The wet, warm vise of her body gripped his erection, trying to lure him to the edge.

Oh, and he was here for it.

“Fuck,” he whispered, as there was no better feeling in the whole world, and Beckett knew it.

He was home.

As he focused on her, he wasn’t moving.

No.

Beckett wanted her eyes open, so he could stare into them and enjoy this morning romp. He was thinking about work and how he didn’t have to be there today.

Thank.

Freaking.

God.

Maybe later, he’d take Claire back to bed, and they could enjoy each other’s bodies while Autumn took a nap.

“Come on, Claire. Look at me so I can enjoy that pleasure in your eyes.”

Her lashes fluttered, giving him exactly what he wanted. As her eyes opened, he saw the heat, lust, and need in them.

Yeah, he knew that feeling.

“I need you, my wife,” he said, and then he began moving.

Yeah, Beckett was going to enjoy this.

As he moved, her hands went to his shoulders, and they stayed locked together.

“Beck,” she whispered, as he took them back up that climb, so they could both fall together.

There was no doubt they would.

His breathing was labored, and what he wanted more than anything was to explode in his woman.

“Together,” he said, telling her exactly what he wanted.

It was what he craved.

As she stared up into his eyes, hers stayed locked to his, and Claire refused to look away.

“Yes,” she whispered.

As he began moving, there was an explosion of energy, and the room around them shifted.

The air hummed.

Beckett’s skin rippled, and Claire felt it.

As she opened her mouth, she heard his scream. She heard the scream of pain, but his mouth didn’t move. It was as if she was in his brain, and something was waking up.

They were locked together, as the orgasm tore through them, rocking them both to their cores.