Page 126 of A Storm in Every Heart
It’s not really a surprise, but it feels like it. I haven’t let myself think that in so long that now the thought makes me want to cry.
I lean forward quickly, wanting to lose myself again before that traitorous thought has time to take root.
I reach out, my hands scrabbling at Kastian’s waistband, fumbling with his belt. I want to feel him, all of him, inside and against and around me until I can’t tell where my body ends and his begins.
He grabs my wrists in one hand and pulls me back, raising my arms over my head. “Lie down.”
I glance behind me at the small boat, trying to figure out how this is going to work. Keeping my arms over my head, I lean backward, my head and shoulders rest on the bottom of the boat and my hips remain raised on the bench seat.
Kastian smiles down at me, looking satisfied. This time there’s no hesitation, no slow build. He rips open his trousers, freeing himself with one hand.
My eyes widen and I can’t help but gasp. He’shuge.
It was too dark the last time we slept together to know exactly what I was getting myself into, and while I remember feeling how big he was, how I was stretched to practically my limit, seeing it is something else entirely.
He slides a hand beneath my thigh, hiking my leg up around his waist. Holding his cock in one hand, he presses himself against my entrance, rubbing the head through my wetness until I’m whimpering shamelessly.
He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want you,” I gasp, and I mean it with every fiber of my being—with every desperate, ruined thought in my head.
He pushes inside me, slow and deliberate, and the sensation of him stretching me open is so perfect, so overwhelming, that for a moment I can only hang suspended in pure white heat. Every muscle in my body clenches around him, and I arch up to meet him, my back bowing off the wooden slats of the boat.
“Fuck,” he gasps, pausing to let both of us adjust. “I knew once would never be enough with you.”
“I knew that too,” I admit on a gasp.
His eyes flash with hunger. “Yeah?”
I nod, trying to tell him with my eyes what I can’t say out loud.
He moves inside me, slow at first, savoring every inch, the head of his cock grazing places inside me I didn’t know existed. My breath comes ragged and desperate, each thrust deeper, harder, until he finds a punishing rhythm, hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him inside me, and the urgency ratchets higher and higher.
Kastian sucks his thumb into his mouth, before reaching down and finding my clit, rubbing small circles as he thrustsharder, deeper. I whimper and raise my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke, daring him to break me.
The boat rocks beneath us, water slapping against the hull, the thud of flesh on wood keeping time with the frantic pulse in my veins. I’ve never felt more alive, more real, more desperate to hold onto this exact moment and never let it go.
Spluttering a steady stream of curses, Kastian braces a hand on the seat behind my head, the other wrapping around my thigh and hoisting it higher, angling me open, until I swear I can feel every inch of him all the way up my spine. The new angle is obscene—too much, and at the same time, not enough—and it rips a cry out of me and I see stars.
I bite the inside of my cheek and taste iron, but Kastian doesn’t slow down. Not when my body is shaking around him, not when my nails dig long red lines down his thighs. “Oh my gods.”
Kastian looks down at me, eyes gone molten and wild. “Look at me, Princess.”
I do. Our gazes meet and he thrusts into me again. He falters for a single shattering moment, grinding himself so deep inside me I almost scream. My breath catches high in my chest, and I gasp out his name. “Kastian.”
Kastian’s wings explode from his back: massive and gleaming, so dark the green tips appear black. The force of them unfurling shakes the boat, the air around him seems to tremble, and for a moment, I’m terrified by the raw, impossible beauty of him. But more than that, I am consumed by the way he looks at me: He holds my gaze, hard and unbreakable, as if daring me to say something. To voice what I’m sure we both know is true.
“Des,” he rasps, “I—” but he doesn’t finish.
Because his next thrust is deliberate. Slow, raw and desperate and I clamp around him in a sudden, violent spasm, everything inside me coiling, tightening, then detonating.
My vision goes white at the edges, and I scream as I’m split open and remade, piece by piece.
Kastian groans, low and guttural, and I feel his own climax hit as he thrusts one final, brutal time. He shudders, wings flaring wide, and for a heartbeat we are a single, fused entity.
And at that moment, the impossible truth hits me all at once, and settles in my chest.
Bonded.
