Page 21 of His Wild Desire

I start to move, pulling out and thrusting back in with slow, deliberate strokes. I want to feel every inch of her, to savor this moment and make it last as long as possible.

But Emma has other ideas. She wraps her legs around my waist, urging me to go faster, harder. I comply, my hips snapping against hers as I bury myself inside her over and over again.

The sounds of our bodies slapping together, of our moans and groans, fill the room, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever experienced. I can feel my orgasm building, but I'm not ready to let go yet. I want to make her come one more time before I do.

I hook my arms under her knees, throwing her legs over my shoulders, and shift the angle of my thrusts. She gasps, her eyes flying open as I hit that spot deep inside her.

"Oh, fuck, Caleb," she cries out, her fingers digging into my biceps. "Right there, don't stop."

I don't. I keep up the relentless pace, grinding my hips against hers as I chase her pleasure. I lose myself in her—the taste of her skin, the scent of her arousal, the exquisite heat of her surrounding me as we climb toward that dizzying precipice together.

And when she comes, it's without warning, her body convulsing around me as she screams my name.

I can't hold back any longer. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, my teeth scraping against her skin as I let go. I come harder than I ever have before, my cock pulsing inside her as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

For long, languid moments, the only sound is our mingled breaths slowly evening out. I press lazy kisses to Emma's damp hairline, relishing the lingering tremors that still wrack her body in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Gradually, the world beyond our tangled limbs begins to bleed back into focus, and in that moment, it all feels so viscerally right—like this rugged, untamed paradise is precisely where we were always meant to be together.

"Wow," Emma finally breathes, tilting her head to gaze up at me with sparkling emerald eyes and a sated smile curving those full, swollen lips.

A deep, rumbling chuckle rolls up from my chest, my arms tightening around her. "That's one word for it."

I trace idle patterns along the smooth expanse of Emma's back. Her cheek pillows against my chest, and I can feel the curve of her smile as she presses a languid kiss to my sweat-dampened skin.

"You know..." she begins, her voice taking on a thoughtful lilt, "As terrifying as it was to let go of the path I thought I was meant to follow, I've never felt more certain about anything than I do about us."

A rush of profound tenderness swells in my chest at her earnest declaration—a bone-deep knowing that this remarkable woman is the other half of my everything. I tug her up until she's cradled fully atop me once more, her face in my calloused palms.

"You and me, we're a force of nature, you know that?" I murmur, losing myself in the sparkling jade depths of her eyes. "Unstoppable.”

Emma's breath hitches at the undisguised hunger in my gravelly vow, her pupils dilating and lips parting on a ragged inhale. For an endless, heated moment, we remain suspended in that delicious tension, the air between us thrumming and alive with the promise of so much more to come.

Then her mouth is crashing over mine in a desperate kiss brimming with unrestrained passion and hope and the certainty that this—us—is just the beginning. I surrender to the riptide of sensation, letting the world beyond our tangled limbs fade into blissful obscurity as we lose ourselves in the sweeping, all-consuming current of each other once more.

Whatever the future may hold, wherever this path leads, I know without a shred of doubt that we'll face it head-on, hand in hand.

Together.

Two halves of the same wild, unstoppable whole.

Epilogue

Emma

The crisp mountain air nips at my cheeks as I step out onto the cabin's weathered porch, a steaming mug of coffee in hand. Inhaling deeply, I savor the scent of pine mingling with the earthy aroma of last night's campfire.

A year ago, this would have been a foreign world to me, the city-slicking marketing executive who wouldn't dare venture beyond the confines of her climate-controlled high-rise. But now, as my eyes drink in the majesty of the snow-capped peaks against the azure sky, a sense of tranquility washes over me.

"Enjoying the view, princess?"

The deep, gravelly voice I've come to crave sends a delicious shiver down my spine. I turn to find Caleb leaning against the doorframe, his muscular frame barely contained by the worn flannel stretched taut across his broad shoulders. A lopsided grin plays on his rugged features as those piercing blue eyes roam over me with unmistakable hunger.

"Mmm, the scenery isn't half bad." I arch an eyebrow, taking a slow sip from my mug. "Give me a little spin there, hoss.”

Caleb's booming laugh echoes through the crisp mountain air, and in two strides, he closes the distance between us, snatching the mug from my hands and setting it aside before gathering me into his powerful embrace.

His fingers tangle in my hair as his mouth crashes against mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless. When our lips finally part, my fingers instinctively trace the ridges of muscle that ripple beneath his shirt, a silent testament to the strength that first captivated me a year ago.

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