Page 200 of At the Edge of Surrender

“Look at you,” I rushed at her ear as I drove into her from behind. “Look at you. You are the sun rising, Emery Voss. You are the light on my darkest day.”

“It’s us,” she whispered, her mouth parted as harsh pants gusted from her lungs.

“Us.” I claimed it where I buried my face in her neck.

Energy bound.

Careening and inciting as I drove into her over and over.

Friction and light sparking in the middle of us.

Igniting in the room.

That fire that had lit in a single glance burning up the walls.

“Kane…I need…I…”

“You have it. It’s yours. Take it.” Our gazes tangled in the mirror as I fucked her hard and rough, fingers swirling around her clit.

Driving the pleasure higher.

The tension winding.

Desire coating the air and licking across our skin.

“Kane.”

“Let go, baby. Give me the pleasure you’ve been aching for. Surrender it to me.”

And she did.

She let go.

Gave into the bliss that I could feel streaking across her skin. Every inch of her throbbed, her pussy gripping me in a pulsating vise that sent me soaring right behind her.

A splintering of ecstasy.

A height I’d never touched on before. Not before her.

“Emery. Fuck.” I clutched her to me as I pulsed and poured.

She spasmed and gasped, both her arms locked around the back of my neck as she fully gave herself over to me.

Her weight and her heart in my hands.

I held her there for what could have been forever.

A moment.

Eternity.

The two of us elevated above everything else.

Where a dawning showed us exactly where we were destined to be.

I gathered her closer, my arms surrounding her and my mouth on her cheek.

“Stay with me, Emery. And I don’t mean temporarily. Because I don’t think I can let you go.”

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