Page 162 of When Hearts Surrender

I grip his fingers tightly as I writhe underneath him, meeting him stroke for stroke, yielding yet fighting back—our bodies dueling in a transcendent dance.

Maxwell grunts as he hammers inside me, like he can’t get close enough. The slapping sounds of our bodies coming together echo in the room.

“Yes. More. Please. I need you. I need everything,” I moan and bite his lip, needing to mark him as mine somehow.

“Belle,” he hisses, his movements quickening. “You’re my everything.”

His cock burrows deep, far deeper than ever before, and I feel myself blooming underneath him, my heart, my body opening for him, my soulmate.

My nerve endings spark, electricity coursing through my body, gathering between my legs, sharpening to an unbearable point. I arch my body, clamping my legs tightly around his back, moving underneath him to the melody of us coming together.

“Come for me, Belle. Let me feel you strangle everything out of me,” he growls, his breathing loud against my ear.

The sparks alight into fireworks and I tremble beneath him, my body hovering on the brink of nirvana.

“Let me come so deep inside you, you’ll always have a part of me with you. Forever.”

His words send me into a tailspin. The thought of him melding himself with me so we’ll never part. The pleasure bursts and sweeps through my body.

“Maxwell!” I scream, splintering into a thousand pieces.

He swallows my cries with his lips, our kisses fevered, desperate, our bodies merging. Over and over again.

“Belle,” he grunts. His movements turn stilted, his hands gripping mine so tightly, like he’s afraid I’ll let go.

Never.

“I love you always,” he rasps and I feel him swell and lengthen. “Fuck. Always.”

My pussy pulses again, a fresh wave of sparks gathering where we’re joined. My eyes roll back from the new onslaught of pleasure, the intense connection overwhelming.

“I’m yours,” I cry as another orgasm crests inside me.

“Mine. Fuck yes. And I’m yours.” He lets out a guttural roar, and I feel the streams of his cum bathing my insides, the pleasure blinding.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, our labored breathing loud in the dark room and minutes pass by before we slowly come down from our high.

He braces himself over me, his cock still semi-hard inside my pussy. Gently, he brushes my damp hair away from my face, his tenderness almost making me cry.

“My Belle,” he whispers and rests his forehead on mine, just like all the times he has done in the past, like my mere presence soothes him.

My heart flutters and pulses and I feel the answering call of his heart nestled inside his chest. This soulful, deep connection—something I can’t begin to explain—makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Happy that I’ve found it. Scared that I’ll lose it.

“I’ll always be with you,” he says, like he can read my mind.

My lips wobble and I nod, the movement so small I’m afraid he’ll miss it. But of course he doesn’t.

“Always. After all, I’ve been waiting for you… You’re my missing piece,” he murmurs and presses another gentle kiss on my lips.

After cleaning us up, he curls me into his arms and we listen to the gentle hooting of owls and the familiar howling of the wind outside. But it’s comforting now. No longer scary.

He chuckles under hisbreath.

“What?”

“You make me behave like a caveman sometimes.” His breath tickles my ear. “I think we might’ve created a baby just now, don’t you think?”

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