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“You wanted me to talk?” I whispered, finally finding my voice. “Then listen. I want this. I want you. All of you.”
He growled, hands gripping my thighs as I moved, finding my rhythm. One hand slid up his stomach while the other braced on his chest, feeling the way his body tensed beneath mine. My moans got louder, higher, until I couldn’t stop them if I tried.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear everything.”
I came again, suddenly and without warning, falling forward onto his chest as my body clenched around him. And still it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to lose myself in him completely.
“Since you won’t talk to me, I’ll talk to you.”
Seth flipped me over again, strong and commanding, and positioned me on all fours. I didn’t need direction. My back arched naturally, like I was made for him.
He kissed my lower back, then my ass, before he pushed in again and I swear, I almost came from just that stretch alone. My fingers clawed into the sheets, and I let out a sound I’d never heard myself make before.
“Stormi,” he moaned behind me, voice wrecked. “You feel what you do to me?”
I couldn’t answer. I was gone, my body pulsing with each deep, perfect thrust. I felt him everywhere. And then he said it the one thing that shattered every wall I had left.
“I want a love that doesn’t hurt. One that stays. I want to make you feel safe giving me your heart… 'cause I already gave you mine. Just don’t hurt me.”
And that was it. My body let go completely, liquid heat flooding from me, my mind spiraling.
“Wait, Seth, I think I’m?—”
“You’re not,” he whispered, still moving inside me. “You’re just letting go. Don’t be scared of it.” He held my hips like I was something precious like if he let go, I’d disappear.
I didn’t even realize I was crying until the tears hit the mattress. It wasn’t sadness. It was release. It was everything I’d kept buried for so long rising up and crashing down all at once. And he was still inside me, still moving, still whispering things against my skin that made it feel like the world outside this beddidn’t exist. I was trembling. Not from what he did to my body, but from what he just did to my heart.
When my body finally stilled, I collapsed forward, my forehead resting against the sheets, breath ragged. My chest rose and fell like I’d just run a marathon. And maybe I had through every memory, every wall, every fear I thought would protect me.
Seth leaned over, one hand sliding up my back like he was trying to soothe more than just my skin.
“Stormi…” My name didn’t sound like a name in his mouth. It sounded like a vow.
He eased out of me slowly, and I whimpered not because of pain, but because I already missed him. He moved gently, like he knew I needed a minute. Like he felt how raw I was inside.
He reached for a towel, cleaned us both in silence, and then climbed back into the bed like he belonged there like we both did. And maybe we did.
He pulled the blanket over us, then wrapped an arm around me, palm flat against my stomach like he was holding more than just my body… like he was holding the storm he knew that lived inside me.
For a while, neither of us said anything. We just lay there, tangled and bare, listening to each other breathe.
That’s when I felt it this ache in my chest I didn’t know how to name. Not lust. Not love. Something in between. Something terrifying. We lay there, tangled in each other, the only sound between us being the soft rhythm of our breathing and the wind drifting in from the open window.
Seth didn’t rush to speak. He didn’t pull away like he’d gotten what he wanted. He just held me tight, warm, steady like he knew I needed a minute to make sense of what just happened. My mind was a mess. Not from regret. But from the realness of it.
Because that wasn’t just sex. That was something else. Something deeper. He hadn’t just touched my body he’d cracked open a door I’d spent years holding shut. I closed my eyes and let myself feel it: his arms around me, his lips brushing my forehead, his breath steady and calm against my neck. I could hear the beat of his heart, still fast, but sure. Grounded.
CHAPTER 19
Stormi
Back to reality.Or at least some version of it. The kind where your heart still feels like it’s in Greece, but your mind’s stuck in the pain that waits back home.
Seth and I had escaped for a little while, just the two of us. No drama, no bullets flying, no phones buzzing with bad news. Just us.
The first two days, we explored the island. The last three, we exploredeachother.
I’m talkin’ about thatcan’t keep our hands to ourselvestype love. The kind that makes you forget who you are and where you been. The kind that reminds you what it feels like to want somebody in every way; mentally, emotionally, spiritually and physically.
