Page 27 of The Space Between
Slow. He’s thick. He fills me… deep.
My whole body arches at the fullness. I gasp, “Ohhhhhhh…”
He groans like he’s dying. “Fuck—you’re so tight. You feel…Blakelyn. Fuck…” My name leaves his lips like a confession.
He rocks into me, his hips rolling. I stretch, welcoming him, wanting more… though, I swear I feel him in mythroat.
He moves and I wrap my legs around his waist, matching him thrust for thrust. He pulls out only to sink back in. “Blakelyn… oh shit…”
I move my hips in tandem with his, so full, but wanting more and more. Every thrust rubs against my clit, and I feel the wave building, again. Locking my ankles over his ass, I hold him where I need him and scream as I shatter… again. “Gruene… Oh, shit…Gruene.Yes…Oh, yes…”
This isn’t just sex. It’s not even just passion. It’sdesperation.
His hips move faster. His back tightens. His jaw clenches and sweat drips onto my breasts from his face and neck. It’s a man who thought he buried this part of himself, and a woman who never thought she’d be touched like this again.
He fucks me like he’s drowning in it—holding my hips, my jaw, my leg thrown over his shoulder, whatever he can grab as he drives into me, deeper and deeper, our sweat mixing with the heat of the day and the grass sticking to our skin.
“Harder,” I gasp, wanting even more from him. “Please—don’t hold back.”
He growls and slams into me harder, faster, until every thrust hits that spot inside me that makes mesee stars.Rocks are biting into my back and ass, but I don’t care.
I claw at his back. I beg. I scream his name. I comeagain, body convulsing around him, and this time, heloses it.“Fuck—Blakelyn… I’m gonna come—where do you want it?”
“Inside me,” I gasp, pulling him tighter into me. “I need it.”
His mouth crashes into mine as he thrusts once, twice more—and then, he shudders. His hips twitch. He comes with a groan that sounds likefreedom.
We stay like that, still connected, panting, pulsing, shaking, mouths against each other, arms wrapped so tight neither of us can tell where one ends and the other starts. He breathes into my neck, and I press kisses to his shoulder.
He doesn't speak. Neither do I.
We both know that this wasn’t a fuck. It wasn’t casual. It was aclaim.And nothing will ever be the same.
Gruene
She’s still breathinghard against my chest.
Her leg is draped over mine, her cheek on my shoulder, the inside of her thigh slick with both of us. The grass is damp beneath us. Her scent—fucking hell, thatscent—is everywhere. Skin, sweat, river, and something soBlakelynit could bring a man to his knees.
I’m still inside her. Not just physically. Not just buried to the hilt in the tight heat of her, butinside her. Inside this moment. Inside this thing we didn’t speak into existence but lit like a fuse and let it explode.
I should move. I should pull out. I should say something… anything. But I don’t. I can’t.
This is the first time since I buried Molly and Aubree that I haven’t felt like I was simply waiting to die.
This is the first time since I hauled myself out of a broken river that I’ve wanted to stay above water.
Because of her.
Blakelyn fucking Walker.
The woman who looked at me like I wasn’t just wreckage. The woman who didn’t flinch when she saw my scars. The woman who just let me fuck her like I’d been starving for years and didn’t ask for anything except… all of me.
I gave it to her.
Every dark, twisted, ruined part.
And she held on.
