Page 243 of Fractured Devotion
“Alec,” I cry, my body unraveling under his relentless touch.
“Let go for me,” he rasps, his voice vibrating against me.
And I do.
I come apart with a loud, broken moan, waves of pleasure crashing through me as he holds me steady, his hands gripping my thighs tightly.
He doesn’t stop until I’m shaking, spent, and breathless.
Then, he crawls back up, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that tastes like everything we’ve become.
I can feel him hard and ready against me, and I reach between us, wrapping my hand around him and stroking gently.
“Now,” I whisper, my voice rough with need.
He groans, lining himself up and pushing inside me in one deep, claiming thrust.
We both gasp, the sensation overwhelming.
He moves with steady strokes, filling me completely with every thrust.
Our bodies move together in a rhythm that feels endless, primal.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice a firm snarl in my ear.
“Always,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him deeper.
The pace quickens, our bodies colliding with raw, desperate need.
The sounds fill the room—moans, gasps, and the slap of skin against skin.
“I love you,” he pants, his voice breaking.
“I love you too,” I cry, clinging to him as we climb higher.
Every thrust brings me closer, my body tightening around him.
“Come with me,” he commands, his voice wrecked.
“Yes,” I gasp.
We fall together, spiraling into release, our cries mingling as we shatter in each other’s arms.
The world narrows to this, just us, tangled in sweat and heat and something too deep to name.
He collapses against me, breathless, his heart thundering against mine.
We stay like that, wrapped around each other, the air thick with everything we don’t need to say.
Because we already know.
This is forever.
And for the first time, I realize I don’t feel like I’m holding my breath.
I’m not waiting for something to shatter.
I’m just here.
