Page 215 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
My nails raked down his back at the feel of him.
So overwhelming and huge it was almost too much.
A blissful burn that struck through my insides as he took me whole the way he promised he would do.
As he filled me so deeply there would be no erasing him from me.
But he was already there.
Written on me like a brand.
Scarred.
Scored.
He grunted as he seated himself completely, and I clung to his neck, struggling to adjust to the perfect, blissful feel of him.
We gasped into each other, our lips barely touching as we breathed the other in.
As we became something so much bigger than I ever could have imagined.
As every element of us joined.
Bodies and souls and bleeding, hammering hearts.
“Knew you would wreck me, Piper. Knew you would break me right in two. But I wasn’t prepared for what it was really going to feel like, being buried deep inside you.” His words were a breath that I inhaled.
The man everywhere.
So big and potent and profound.
Rushing.
Capturing.
Claiming.
“You feel it?” he urged. As if he were barely hanging on, about to lose control.
But I thought we’d lost it the first moment our worlds collided.
“Yes. I feel it. I feel you in every recess. In every fissure and crack.”
He pulled back a fraction then drove back in.
Gasping at the rush of sensation, I clawed at his shoulders.
“It’s us. This burn. This fire,” he muttered low, pulling out again then driving back harder that time.
Possessing me in a way that I’d never been possessed.
Wholly.
Completely.
“It’s something I’ve never experienced before. Something I never thought I could.” It tumbled out like he was offering a sordid confession as he dropped his forehead to mine, and he shifted, weaving both our hands together and pressing them to the soft rug at the sides of my head.
He began to work over me.
