Page 158 of Visions of Darkness

Just for this time.

This time that was meant for us.

Because the terror had no place to stand right then.

Not when it was him and me.

Lights flashed behind my eyes.

Dizzying.

Euphoric.

Pax started to move faster, his chest pressed to mine and his arms curled around me. My fingers were in his hair, dragging through his white locks, which seemed to glow in the strikes that came from the sign outside the window.

Flashes of brightness that lit him up.

“Aria,” he muttered against my lips. The rugged reverberation spiraled through my senses. It sounded of a claim.

A connection that went so much deeper than the physical.

I started to jut.

Passion taking over.

A feral instinct that raged and whipped the oxygen into a disorder.

It tasted of the oxygen I’d been lacking. Oxygen I’d found in him.

Pleasure curled deep inside while the love I’d forever kept for him like a sordid secret gripped my heart in a fist.

“You found me,” I whispered into the rapture of his kiss.

It was he who’d saved me again. He who’d heard the shout of my soul. He who possessed.

Pax edged back, his expression hard and fierce. His palm came to my cheek, and he brushed the pad of his thumb over the hollow of my eye. “I will always find you, Aria. I promise, I will always find you.”

Then he pushed up onto his hand. It changed the angle as he drove deeper, and he let his other hand slide down over my breasts, then my belly.

Need ricocheted through me when he drifted lower between my thighs and began to rub his fingertips over the sensitive spot that had me gasping.

In an instant, my blood heated and my stomach twisted in a way it’d never done before.

Desire throbbed and pulsed.

Sparks of bliss.

I pitched and bowed, silently begging him to quicken as I chased after the sensation that grew like a storm at the edges of my being.

Flares that flickered at the edges of my sight.

I whimpered while Pax let go of a sound so deep in his chest that I felt the rumble of it all the way to my toes.

My pulse raced wild.

In sync with his.

A stampede.

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