Page 78 of Noah

Brody covered my mouth with his as he eased his cock deeper into me, capturing every guttural and exhilarated sound I made. My mind crazed, my pulse thundered like a herd of wild horses, hooves pounding in my ears, kicking, and chasing after each beat of my heart.

He gave me a second to adjust once he was fully inside me, the perfect way he filled me sending messages to my entire body that he was meant to be there—always.

He drew back then slid home. His breath stuttered and he adjusted his position, his forearms flat on the bed to either side of me. He angled one of his knees and thrust into me again.

We both grunted as we shifted up the bed and back.

Another lazy undulation of his hips while he pressed his lips to mine. After a few tender kisses, he looked down at me and increased his pace, burying his cockhead deep inside me.

We moaned in unison each time he filled me, our eyes fixed on one another's, our lips parted, only meeting on occasion, we were so lost in the intensity of our gaze.

Thrust—moan. Together. So rhythmic. So sublime.

Moving as one.

In Brody's eyes, I saw every conversation we'd ever had. I saw every smile he had given me. Every hard-won laugh. Every emotion he held in those beautiful mahogany depths.

He'd let me in. Into his home. Into his life. Into his soul.

I gasped as he rocked into me, my eyes burning. Again—and again. And again. A tear finally made its way down my cheek and into my ear.

My emotions bubbled, filling a balloon in my chest. I was on the verge of speaking, allowing the balloon to burst to release the words building in me.

I searched his eyes and clung to his shoulders. He was my Brody. A man who had walked into my life and turned everything upside down. I ran my hands through his hair, making sure his attention stayed on my eyes as he eased me into the bedding again and again.

So gentle. So loving.

He tracked the path of my tears with his gaze. They were coming fast now. Concern registered in every sultry surface of his eyes, but he simply held my face, rubbed the wet trails away with the soft pads of his thumbs, and kissed my lips until I thought they would bruise.

I wrapped my legs around Brody's waist, his cock hitting everywhere I needed it to. I was chasing an orgasm hard. But I was more interested in what I was seeing in Brody's eyes now.

After wiping away my tears, his eyes and the lines of his face changed.

Thrust—retreat.

His eyes. His eyes were speaking to me. The balloon of emotion inside me pressed against my lungs and began to fill my throat.

Thrust—retreat.

Brody kissed my cheeks where my tears were still leaving tracks, his breath puffing past my skin as he used his lips to let me know we were in this together.

We belonged to one another.

His eyes—I immersed myself in them. They were mine.

His lips—I felt soothed by them. They were mine.

And his heart. I prayed it was mine.

Thrust—retreat. Faster.

Brody's hips caressed my inner thighs again and again. More gentle and heartfelt kisses. As Brody crested, he looked down at me, tears gathered, thick lashes blinking.

It was there. I could see it.

I touched the side of his face as one of his tears spattered onto my lip. I licked it away, panting hard, my climax building. I gathered enough breath.

"I love you," I whispered.

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