Page 147 of Blood in the Water
“Fuck,” he moaned as his movements became erratic. He followed me off the edge into the abyss.
Together, the sounds of our heavy breaths filled the air, eyes locked on each other as we both came down from ecstasy amid unhurried kisses. Slowly, he slipped out of me and collapsed beside me with a grin on his beautiful face.
“That was…” He searched my face and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “I would move heaven and earth to relish in you again.”
I tilted my head to kiss the skin of his palm.
“How are you feeling?” he asked as he got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth.
“Like jelly. You?” I giggled as he began to clean me up. “Hey, that’s cold!”
“Sorry,” he grimaced. “I’ll get the water warmer next time. But I’m more than perfect.”
He tossed the washcloth back to his bathroom and climbed back in bed beside me.
“Next time better be soon,” I whispered as I ran my hand down his arm.
His eyes went dark and lusty again while his cock stiffened, already good to go for another round.
I bit my lip and crooked my finger toward him. A smile broke over his face, and he leaned down to take me in another kiss.
I was nowhere near done with him yet.
Yes, I’d probably be sore tomorrow, but I couldn’t stop. I rolled us over so I was on top, and then I sank down on his already hard length. His eyes closed, and his fingers dug into the skin of my thighs.
“Ride me, darling,” he groaned, watching me through half-lidded eyes. “You’re so damn beautiful. Ride me and come on top of my cock. Soak me. Claim me.”
“You’re mine.” The words slipped from my lips before I could stop them, but it felt so right. He was mine and I was his, and this was just the start.
I rolled my hips, gasping as he reached the deepest parts of me. Our gazes locked. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to tear through my body, the new angle stimulating every single nerve ending I had. I was on fire. I was floating through space. I wasalive.
Immediately, he chased me over the edge. With a final groan, he thrust inside me and came undone.
“Mine,” I breathed when I collapsed beside him, finally spent.
“Yours,” he whispered in return.
“Wynn, that was better than I ever could have dreamed.”
His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him. “We could go all night.”
I laughed and nuzzled my nose against his neck. “I need a break. I’m too out of shape for this.”
His hand clamped on my hip. “We’re training cardio in the gym tomorrow. You need stamina.”
I half-groaned and half-chuckled as I laid my cheek against him and listened to the sound of his breathing. I ran my finger up and down his chest.
This was contentment and joy on another level. This was everything I hoped and wanted and needed, right here in the flesh. Who knew we’d end up here when I first saw him in the rafters of that warehouse?
“What are those trinkets?” My eyes trailed over the countless little tchotchkes I spotted on his dresser the first day he let me shower in here.
He lifted his head to see where I was looking. “Oh. Willow gives them to me. She says they’re from the victims we set free.”
“You keep them?”
“How could I get rid of them?” He leaned back against the pillow. “Knowing they thrive helps me heal.”
My heart swelled. “You’re a kind person, Wynn.”
