Page 14 of His Stormy Seduction

I can already feel the tightness in my groin signaling my own release. Gritting my teeth, I brace my weight on one forearm and snake the other between our slick, heaving bodies to find her clit. Bonnie's back bows off the uneven ground with a sobbing cry.

"Come for me, Bonnie," I snarl against her sweat-dampened throat, working her higher with rough, merciless strokes in time to the piston of my hips. "One more time."

It's those last words that finally shove her over that razor's edge. Bonnie throws her head back, that perfect mouth an O of pure rapture as her second orgasm detonates. I let out a feral roar as her inner muscles clamp down in wild, rippling contractions, milking me into my own shattering climax.

My hips stutter, every muscle going rigid as I let the exquisite sensation wash over me in searing waves. I'm only vaguely aware of Bonnie's fingernails scoring lines down my back, her desperate cries echoing my own guttural shouts as we spiral over that edge together in an endless freefall.

For what feels like an eternity, we simply cling to each other in a sweaty, panting heap—her fingers trailing lazy patterns across my back while I nuzzle into the curve of her neck. I'm lost in the hazy afterglow, my body still humming with lingering tremors as her inner walls flutter around me in soft waves.

"Wow..." She lets out a breathless, disbelieving chuckle. "You really weren't kidding about taking care of me, were you?”

I can't fight the satisfied laughter that rolls through my body at her teasing words. "Did I exceed expectations?"

Her eyes find mine, gleaming with a warmth and tenderness that has my throat tightening unexpectedly. Bonnie stretches up to brush her lips softly across mine, the gentle caress in such stark opposition to the ferocity of our intimacy just moments ago.

"You could say that," she murmurs against my mouth, the words laced with unmistakable affection.

There's a peacefulness to our embrace, an almost reverent stillness in the cramped space that's become our sanctuary. For once in my life, I feel utterly and completely present in this moment, untainted by the demons of the past or worries of what's to come.

I never want this feeling to end. I could spend the rest of my days just like this, cocooned in her warmth and scent and soft caresses, and still it wouldn't be enough.

The thought has me instinctively tightening my arms around her, tucking her more securely beneath me. I can feel the gentle sweep of Bonnie's lashes against my neck, the soft exhalations ghosting across my damp skin, and I swear in that moment that nothing will take this from me.

She's mine now, my wild thing. And I'll go to the ends of this earth to keep her safe if I have to.

But even as that vow sears through my consciousness, a tiny thread of doubt winds its way inward—an ever-present shadow in the back of my mind that's become all too familiar over the years. A constant, nagging fear that the world will find a way to snatch away the fragile joy I've only just grasped.

Because as perfect as this moment is, as right as Bonnie feels cradled in my arms... how long can it possibly last? How long until her restless, daredevil spirit gets the itch to seek out the next grand adventure, the next insane risk, and puts herself in harm's way again?

The mere thought of her flirting with death the way she does turns my stomach into a hollow pit of dread. Because I've seen the devastation that losing someone you love more than life itself can wreak. I've been to that abyss, barely escaping its all-consuming darkness, and I know I can't go there again.

My arms reflexively constrict at the notion, pulling her infinitesimally closer until there's not even a whisper of air between us.

She stirs at the sudden, crushing embrace, those guileless brown eyes blinking open with drowsy concern. "Hey, you okay?"

How can I explain this to her? How can I put into words this primal need to keep her sheltered and safe without smothering that wild, vibrant spark that's so vital to who she is?

In the end, I simply settle for brushing a tender kiss to her brow. "Yeah," I murmur against her hair, forcing my tone to remain low and reassuring. "I'm good. Just... enjoying the moment while it lasts."

She seems to accept the vague response easily enough, those kissable lips curving in a contented smile as she nestles closer.

But I can't shake the nagging sense of trepidation, the feeling that this fragile peace is just the remaining stillness before the oncoming storm.

Chapter 7

Bonnie

Bright sunlight filters through the crevice entrance, rousing me from a deep, contented sleep. For a few disoriented seconds, I simply blink in the lighting, trying to get my bearings. Then, the solid warmth of Garrett's frame against my back reminds me exactly where I am—wrapped in his protective embrace in our tiny, rocky den.

A slow, secret smile curves my lips as the memories come trickling back in luscious detail. The scorching slide of naked skin, the tantalizing friction of his powerful body claiming mine until we were both boneless and sated... I can still feel the delicious ache between my thighs.

Who knew the big, gruff mountain man would turn out to have such an insatiable appetite when properly motivated?

The thought has my skin prickling with renewed arousal. I can't resist pressing back subtly against the solid wall of muscle, seeking out that delicious hardness that had me trembling and incoherent with ecstasy just hours ago.

A low rumble vibrates against the back of my neck, the sound sending tingles skittering down my spine as Garrett's arms instinctively tighten around me. "Easy there, wildcat. Give me a few minutes to wake up before demanding an encore performance."

His gravelly rasp has my insides clenching, and I force myself not to grind shamelessly against the growing bulge behind me.

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