Page 21 of Eclipsed Heart

Thank gods he needed me as much as I needed him.

My muscles tensed as he moved both his fingers and tongue faster.

I desperately reached down to stroke him, our bodies slick with water and desire. His breathing turned ragged as his hips jerked in time with my hand. Both of us worked each other’s bodies into a frenzy.

And then an orgasm consumed me. My muscles tensed, and pleasure rolled through me, my body spasming around his fingers, urging him faster.

As soon as the ecstasy eased, I tried to pull away, hypersensitive to his touch now, but he held me firm.

“Again,” he growled, his words igniting something wild inside me.

And just like that, my body was ready for his torment again. “Not your fingers. I needyou.” After seeing him so beaten and broken, I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Fuck, yeah.” He nodded, stepping between my legs and lifting me against the wall. He pressed against my opening and then pushed himself inside, filling me. My head thumped against the cold tile, a slight discomfort that ebbed afterward.

He paused and placed one hand behind my head, keeping me from hitting the wall again, then pressed his mouth to mine.

With him inside me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer so his body pressed to mine, and he sank deeper.

Then he thrust and ground against me. Each time he completed me, our connection opened a little more. Our emotions and sensations mingled together as our souls became one.

Soon, that knot of desire tightened again, with release imminent. Our kisses became messy and urgent as our pace quickened. He pushed hard inside me and stilled, and I writhed against him as ecstasy filled our bond.

He growled as his body quivered with his own release, and I dug my nails into the small of his back where he hadn’t been injured. Our pleasure melded, and the world hazed around us.

I wasn’t sure how long our orgasm lasted, but it wasn’t enough. Being with him like this, with our souls fully connected…I needed the pleasure more than oxygen.

Damn.He peppered kisses over my face as he pulled away and stepped back into the water. I followed him, not ready to give up touching him. I pressed my lips to his, and our tongues tangled again.

I love you, Callie,he linked.I don’t know what I’d ever do without you now that we’ve found each other.

His love filled my chest, reaching the spots that had been vacant and dark and infusing them with warmth and light.

“I love you, too,” I whispered. I cupped his face with my hand. “But we need to get our rest so we’re both physically and mentally prepared for tomorrow.” I hated bringing it up, especially with the time we’d just shared together, but we had to face reality.Even if I’d rather make love to you again.

His eyes warmed to a cobalt hue.As long as I can hold and smell you, that’s all I need.

Gods, I was so damn lucky to have him.

The two of us rinsed off again, and soon we’d thrown on some clothes—me wearing one of his shirts and his boxers—and then crawled into bed.

Tonight, I needed to be in my mate’s arms.

A loud buzzing woke me, and I lifted my hand, shooting my alarm the middle finger. Despite my reaction, the alarm continued to buzz on the end table so loudly that my ears throbbed.

Beside me, Bodey groaned, pulling me so that my back was pressed even more into his chest. His warmth surrounded me, and I could have easily fallen back asleep if the phone would just be quiet.

“Pretend it never went off,” he murmured, nuzzling my neck and taking a deep breath.

I laughed. “That sounds more than perfect, but we know it’s not possible.” We were the king and the queen after all, even if that notion still seemed like a dream—completely surreal.

Forcing myself from Bodey’s embrace, I leaned over and snatched my phone from the end table, swiping the alarm off. I quickly kissed him, and he reached toward me again. I giggled as I rolled off the bed before he could grab me, and his eyes peeled open as he scowled.

“That’s just not nice.” He pouted.

I rolled my eyes just as the scent of eggs, sausage, biscuits, and pancakes enveloped me. My stomach growled, ready to devour breakfast. “Your mom must be here.”

He laughed. “I’d rather have your body for breakfast.”

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