Page 64 of Saving Jared

This was making love, and something to savor. So, he took his time—his senses in overdrive—absorbing how her body met his with each gentle glide, how the touch of her hand weaved through his hair—pulling slightly—the sight of her precious face lost in pleasure—lips parted, eyes bright.

It was an experience unlike any he’d ever known before.

Because it was Willa.

He drove in deeper, meeting her frantic stroke for frantic stroke. She was close, but so was he. The scent of smoke wafted around him as he completely blanketed her body and buried his face in her neck. This was the scent he would always associate with her, and he reveled in it—and always would. It was a scent that let him know she’d survived. That she’d come back to him.

"I love you so much…so much," Willa panted in his ear.

He lifted up, bracing his arms again. He needed to see her. Her dazed eyes met his. That was all it took.

He was lost—consumed by the burning desire rising in their depths—a desire matching his own.

And there, in the quiet of his bed, broken only by the sounds of their shared pleasure, they touched the flame that bound them together.

Making them one.

Forever.

The End

---