“Novah,” her name slipped from his lips.
The simple act of him saying her name unraveled her.
“Egan,” she called out. “Egan!”
“Fuck! I love when you say my name like it’s coming from your heart. It’s so fucking sexy.”
She edged her teeth into her bottom lip, smiling wondrously as pleasure eased over her in a hypnotic blanket. “I love this. Love having you inside me,” she murmured.
He slipped out of her, tangling his fingers in her hair as he gently pulled her up so she was on her knees, dragging her against his chest. She angled her head and he kissed her long on the lips. “How much do you want me, sweetheart?”
“I want you,” she whispered, backing her bottom against him, inviting him to finish what he started.
With a ragged groan, he was inside her again, and one deep thrust sent her over the invisible precipice. She reached behind her, digging her nails into his skin. He grabbed her hand and did something that lovers would do. He entwined their fingers and kissed her knuckles. The action was so simple and yet delivered a crushing reality to her soul. They were soulmates. With that knowledge, she was a goner. She allowed her body to slip into the climax.
His hand slipped down her stomach and flicked her clit, sending a spasm through her as his thrusts gentled. He drove his cock in and out with a rhythm that tattooed love on her heart. The headboard slammed against the wall as he moved faster and sweat slicked their bodies. He pushed her forward onto her hands and knees as he rode her like a wild man searching for a savior.
Tingles erupted through her.
“Egan!” she screamed his name.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me…,” he commanded.
Before she could answer, he pulled out of her and tumbled her back onto the bed. “You’re mine. Always have been. Always will be.” In one thrust he sank inside her body.
She cradled him with her thighs, lifting her hips to match his moves.
He clutched her breasts and he bent to suckle each one, giving them the same attention. She arched her head into the pillow, pressing her breasts deeper into his mouth, silently begging that he put out the fire that raged inside her.
A long snarl rattled from his chest as he slowed, his thrusts becoming ragged jerks. “I. Need. To. Slow down,” he confessed. He grasped her wrists between his fingers of one hand, lifted her arms high above her head and held them prisoner against the bed. His eyes feasted on her breasts that bounced with each thrust. He had the most vulnerable, sweet expression she’d ever seen. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured.
She let out a purr and brought her knees high on his back, digging her heels in his firm bottom. She wanted him deeper in her body. He cursed, arched his spine, and gritted his teeth. “You’re doing the same to me,” she whimpered.
He let go of her hands and pressed his against the headboard as if he were a warrior holding back an army with his shield.
Fire burned between them, melding their bodies into one form as they continued to cling to each other in a primal dance as old as time. They were bound by desire, connected on the most intimate level, their souls united. A warm wetness started in her core, spiraling like a ball of flames through her tingling limbs. She held onto him, digging her short nails into his back, giving as well as taking.
A moan crept up her throat and he was there, kissing her, swallowing the sweet erotic noises with his mouth. They seemed to move effortlessly, like their bodies were made for one another. Wave after wave slammed over them, encompassing them in bittersweet torture. At this very moment in time she was sure of everything—sure of these feelings between them. Could they stay like this? Couldn’t they just forget the past and move forward?
His moves turned rigid. He was hard, so strong and powerful, and with every deep thrust he hit parts of her that had always belonged to him. He’d been the first man she’d given her heart to and she knew he’d be the last man to ever own it. As the quivers built inside her like a tower, she spread her legs wider and wider, taking great pleasure in how each push caressed her clit that was now a bundle of electrified nerves.
They were both so close to that cliff. She could feel it in his tight muscles. Each thrust became stiffer, like a rubber band being pulled. He kissed her, but it was more of an act of desperation—an act of complete submission to the growing tsunami growing inside him. His grunts were low. His movements were constricted.
“I love you,” he let out on a ragged groan and it was the last thread to her sanity. Release came like a wave, swirling over her, engulfing her in an invisible clutch. He pulled back, watching her as each spasm consumed her. Time stood still and they were the only two in the world. He wasn’t moving as he waited for the waves to subside then he took up a slow pace again, moving his hips in such a way that her most sensitive parts were reached. His strokes became teasing caresses. He stopped to stare down at her again, his eyes turned two shades darker as she felt his dick spasm then he emptied his seed into her.
He slumped down over her, their slick bodies pressing together as the last vestiges of his orgasm left him. Sex had always been good between them, but this…she couldn’t even find the words to describe what just happened. Their lovemaking
