Page 271

“You are my everything.”

Tenderness coiled in his expression, and he dipped down and brushed his nose against mine. Inhaling me as he rolled over me. As he rocked and quietly possessed.

My fingertips caressed over the rigid planes of his straining, rippling back.

He might have been being gentle, but it was a complete sundering. A ripping apart of who we were and a converging of what had always belonged.

With each deep thrust, pleasure sparked at the edges of my sight. An ignition of something profound in my spirit.

A whispering of meaning.

A confluence of belonging.

“So good,” he grunted, almost pained as his shoulders bunched up high.

Our chests pressed together, and he cupped the caps of my shoulders as he worked over me.

“I’ve never…I couldn’t…I.”

I couldn’t speak.

I could only meet him.

Show him that I understood.

That I felt the same things.

Taking him.

Urging him.

He started to move faster.

Deep and hard while still being hopelessly sweet.

My protector.

The one I’d always run to when I was in need.

Because he was the one I’d always needed.

“Heathen.”

“Little Apple.”

He edged back so he could slip his arm between us, and he held himself up high on one hand as he started to run the pad of two fingers over my clit.

My sight was full of him, as full as my body as he consumed me.

He looked vicious.

Like dark, striking art that he was painting over me.

Arching upward, I begged, “Yes.”

He thrust and drove, and his muscles bunched and rippled as he moved. His breaths turned shallower. Juts of need that filtered into the dense, thick air.

The energy thrashed.