Page 11 of Queen of Legends and Lies
He presses against me. Phantom hands slide over my neck and back, and his pelvis rocks the swell of my belly. My hands trail over his sides, my breasts pushing against his bare chest.
He deepens the kiss. Tasting. Exploring. Devouring.
I blink, and my nightgown and his pants vanish, like I’ve simply willed them away. Or maybe I subconsciously used elemental magic to burn them off. Or perhaps in this semiconscious state we’re in, anything is possible.
His arousal digs into my thigh, and I reach down to stroke him.
He groans. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Don’t say that.” I run my thumb over the sensitive tip, causing his body to go rigid. “What if?—”
“No, love.” He covers my hand with his, flipping us both so I’m under him. “We’re not going there. I’m going to be fine. I have the utmost faith in you.” He guides his hard length to my entrance. “Right now, I just need you. Are you ready for me?”
“I’m always ready for you.”
He plunges inside.
And holy.Hells.
Inch by glorious inch, I take him.
Stars explode in my vision, sensation after sensation pouring through me. He’s everywhere, stretching me, filling me, making me whole. He starts to move, thrusting in a delicious rhythm.
Am I imagining this?
In the past, there were times when I wanted to get closer to Sterling, even when we were naked and covered in sweat, our bodies touching from head to toe. Even when he was buried deep inside me, I sometimes longed to pull him closer, to feel even more of him.
Now, I can.
Somehow, I draw him deeper, the strength of our connection infusing me.
Lust, desire, love, hesitation, an unwillingness to hurt me, the need to go slow in this unknown place where anything might be possible…
Sterling’s emotions, thoughts, and reflexes ripple through me.
“How…?” Sterling’s startled laughter delights my senses.
I know he can sense my response. My yearning. My desire to remove every barrier separating us. My need to become one with him, to join ourselves in ways our bodies would never be able to handle, to have both carnal and spiritual knowledge of him.
“Incredible.” His coolness delves into my heat, and I return the favor by imbuing my warmth into him, touching him in places I never knew existed. “You are absolutely incredible. Have I told you that before?”
“Yes.” I trail kisses up his neck, across his jaw, then stop at the corner of his mouth. “Glad you still think so.”
His lips brush mine in a soft, sensuous kiss. “Always.”
Our exploration continues, and we map out every inch of each other’s bodies like we’re trying to memorize the way home.
We move together, slow and deliberate, as if time itself has stretched out for us alone. His focus never wanes. Our bodies blend and separate, writhing together in an intimate dance as profound as the unseen magic swirling around us.
There’s no rush, no urgency, just an unraveling of souls and bodies, each touch a revelation, each kiss a promise.
Our love becomes a tangible force, wrapping us in a cocoon of emotion and desire, the physical expression of our bond transcending the dream that contains it. And in this moment, in this meeting of hearts and souls, I find my anchor against the storm that rages outside.
“I love you.”
“And I love you.” Sterling strokes his thumb under my bottom lip. “No matter what happens, I need you to remember that.”
Together, we’re unbroken and unbreakable. Undiminished by shadow or corruption.
