Page 124 of Priceless

He was utterly fucking glorious.

“One more before I offer you my knot, goddess.”

Everett moved, flipping me the rest of the way to my back and letting a hand fall to my throat while the other curled my leg around his body to keep me close. And he didn’t stop, didn’t stop, didn’t stop.

I held onto his forearm like it was a lifeline. My eyes fluttered closed, and I surrendered to the rising pleasure beneath my skin and the feeling of being the center of someone’s world. At the center of the ancient world.

Something raw and primal opened within at being taken like an offering and worshipped like a deity. Yielding power and gaining peace. The orgasm that swam behind my eyes would kill me. I was sure of it. Tear me apart from myself and I wouldn’t come back the same.

Relief dropped over me.

Good.

Everett’s voice was nothing but a breath in my ear. “Come for me, goddess.”

I did.

My screams bounced off the ruins, coming back in shattered echoes. Pure pleasure. Golden, shining, perfect.

My body bowed off the altar into his. Pleasure and pressure. So much I couldn’t breathe. It was too much. I was going to pass out because it kept fucking building.

How did it keep building?

Rett came too, his own cries joining mine, knot swelling inside me so fast it shocked us both. He couldn’t stop moving, and neither could I, aftershocks still driving us to thrust against each other and savor those electric ripples that followed being knotted and claimed.

We stared at each other until we could breathe normally. I didn’t remember when he’d released my throat, but those strong arms braced above my shoulders now, stretching his lean body above mine. Pressed it into me.

Finally, when we could breathe without gasping, he smiled before he kissed me.

“Did you have this planned?” I asked.

“No, actually.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

I stroked my hands over his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his knot, and the way his piercing was still pressed exactly where I needed it because of it. “Then what made you?—”

“Made me want to fuck my wife?”

Rolling my eyes, I scraped my nails along his ribs purely to see the spark in his eyes. “Made you want to fuck your wife by breaking probably a lot of laws.”

“You laughed when I called you a goddess,” he said simply.

I frowned. “Why would that be the thing that did it?”

“Because it’s not about the nickname.”

My hands kept traveling because I couldn’t stop touching him. “I don’t understand.”

“Your default is self-deprecation,” Everett said quietly. “And it’s not always bad. We all do it as a joke. But it’s not a joke for you, little nymph. I see it in your eyes. You believe those things, and I hate it. One day I hope I can call you a goddess and have you understand that I’m not saying it because it’s silly. Or think that you’re less deserving of it than another woman simply because you were born with a body that’s bigger than others.

“And what better way to show you that I believe the words I’m saying than illustrating them in the place where a goddess was once worshipped?” His gaze dropped to my mouth.

I had no idea what to say. Fresh tears glossed over my eyes as he kissed me. Thoroughly.

“I’m sorry this world is cruel to you, Ocean. But any time it is, let me remind you how worthy you are.”

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