Page 74 of His Black Onyx

This is the first moment when I feel safe, secure—and just where I want to be. The warmth of his body embraces me while my muscles tense around his cock, as if I was afraid to lose him.

"Stay," I plead. "Please stay."

"I'm not going anywhere, Malia."

His whispered words cloak me with affection, only fueling the ecstatic bliss I'm experiencing. He's hugging me with everything he has, but I can't reciprocate because of the rope holding my arms and legs tightly in place.

I only have one choice left, and I won't miss out on it—and he knows it before I need to tell him.

He comes closer, covering me with his whole body when his hot lips meet mine in a kiss that is so deep with meaning, that I can't stop the single tear rolling down my left cheek. Our tongues intertwine in a wild, passionate dance, mad with desire and sharing the same desperation for each other.

I never thought I could feel this way. I never thought I could feel this way with him.

Safe. Protected. Understood.

At home.

My climax approaches in subtle but steady waves, the delight oscillating through my core long before the peak arrives. I revel in it, my eyes rolling back into my head as I take it all in. I can hear him groaning above me while my muscles clench around him. He never breaks our kiss, even when he reaches his own crest, his thick length throbbing inside me as we drift off into paradise.

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