Page 55 of Searching Blind

“No thinking about the past. Focus on now. On us.” The broad head of his cock nudged at her entrance and they both moaned at the contact. He rocked against her, coating himself in her slickness, but made no move to enter her yet. His hand slid down to where they were almost joined, his fingers stroking over her sensitive flesh before wrapping a hand around his base.

“I’m clean, too,” he rasped and rested his forehead against hers, their ragged breaths mingling. “Tell me again, Lucy. Tell me you want this, want me.”

With a flex of his hips, he pushed forward, the broad head of his cock breaching her entrance. He sank into her with agonizing slowness, letting her body adjust to the intrusion inch by delicious inch.

Lucy’s head fell back on a moan as he stretched and filled her, the sensation both foreign and exquisite after so long.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Sawyer groaned once he was fully seated inside her. He stilled, giving her time to accommodate his size. His arms trembled with the effort of holding himself above her. “So tight. So perfect.”

She lifted her hips experimentally and they both gasped at the pleasure. “Move,” she demanded breathlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “Please, Sawyer.”

He withdrew almost fully before surging back in, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had her seeing stars. Lucy met him thrust for thrust, her nails scoring down his back as she held on for dear life. The slick slide of him inside her, stretching her, filling her so completely, was exquisite torture.

“Harder,” she panted, needing more, needing everything he could give her. “I won’t break.”

With a growl, he snapped his hips sharply, driving into her with more force. The change in angle had him hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust, sending sparks of electricity zinging under her skin. She could feel the tension coiling tighter low in her belly, her inner muscles starting to flutter and clench around him.

“I can feel you getting close,” Sawyer rasped, his voice rough with strain. “You’re squeezing me so tight.” He dropped his head to her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin as his hand snaked down to where they were joined. He circled her clit with the rough pad of his thumb, providing the perfect counterpoint to his deep, pounding thrusts. “Come for me again. Let me feel you.”

His words, his voice, the delicious drag of him inside her, it was all too much. The coil inside her snapped. Her orgasm burst through her, stealing her breath and her vision in a blinding rush of ecstasy. She cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body clenching rhythmically around his as it tried to pull him even deeper.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he groaned, his hips moving erratically as he chased his own release. He thrust once, twice more before burying himself to the hilt, his body going rigid as his cock pulsed inside her. He emptied himself in long, hot spurts, her name falling from his lips like a prayer.

She held him close as he shuddered through the orgasm, her hands stroking soothingly over the sweat-slicked skin of his back. Slowly, he relaxed into her, his weight pressing her into the blanket and for the first time in over a year, the ever-present knot of fear and anxiety in her chest eased. Here in Sawyer’s arms, she felt safe. Protected. Cherished. Like nothing and no one could touch her.

Finally, he shifted just enough to take some of his weight off her but made no move to separate their still-joined bodies. He nuzzled into her neck, pressing soft kisses to her damp skin. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

Hurt her? She laughed at that. She felt like she could conquer the world just then.

“I’m more than okay. That was...” She trailed off, unable to find words that could adequately describe the depth of emotion and pleasure she’d just experienced.

Sawyer lifted his head and grinned down at her. Even disheveled and sweaty, he was the most gorgeous thing she’d ever seen.

“Fucking incredible,” he finished for her, his voice still rough with lingering passion. “You’re incredible.”

He brushed a tender kiss across her mouth before carefully withdrawing from her body and rolling to the side. The loss of his warmth made her want to protest, but he gathered her close, tucking her against his chest. Lucy pillowed her head on his shoulder, her fingers idly tracing the compass tattoo over his heart while his trailed up and down her spine in a hypnotic caress that made her eyes droop.

The night air cooled her overheated skin, making her shiver. Sawyer must have felt it because he groped blindly for something to cover them with, finally coming up with his discarded shirt. He draped it over her shoulders before wrapping his arms around her and tugging her closer.

Her heart swelled until it felt like it would burst out of her chest. This man had saved her in every way a person could be saved. He made her feel whole again, like maybe the broken pieces of herself could be put back together…

Lucy drifted off to sleep, safe and sated in Sawyer’s embrace. For the first time in over a year, no nightmares plagued her. She slept peacefully, her mind and body at ease.

She woke sometime later to Sawyer gently shaking her shoulder. “Lucy, sweetheart, wake up.” His voice was soft but urgent.

She blinked up at him, momentarily disoriented. The first pale light of dawn was just starting to streak the sky. “What’s wrong?”

He had already dressed and was holding out her clothes. “Zelda’s alerting. I think she heard something.”

That snapped her fully awake. She scrambled to her feet, ignoring the protest of sore muscles and the sharp stab of pain up her side from her wound, and quickly pulled on her clothes.

Zelda was standing rigidly at attention, her ears pricked forward and her nose twitching as she stared intently into the trees. A low growl rumbled in her chest.

Lucy’s heart started to pound. She scanned the surrounding forest but saw nothing out of place in the gray predawn light. “What is it, girl? What do you hear?”

Zelda’s growl deepened and the fur along her spine bristled. Sawyer reached out and rested a hand on the dog’s head. “Easy,” he murmured. “Luce, can you see anything?”

She shook her head before remembering he couldn’t see the gesture. “No, nothing.”

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