Page 216 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
Slowly.
Perfectly.
His hips withdrawing before he drove back into me.
Our movements were fluid.
Liquid.
A rushing stream that ran between us.
He drove and thrust and fucked, and he sucked down every whimper that I expelled, his lips whispering over mine the entire time.
Bliss shimmered at the edges of my sight.
On the fringes of my being.
As he marked himself into the shape of my soul.
“You feel so good. Nothing in the world has ever felt better than this. Bein’ buried so deep in you.”
His praise fell over me.
Pleasure glinted and gleamed.
Our breaths came shorter and shorter as ecstasy threatened on the horizon.
In that safe place that always felt just out of reach.
He pushed me toward it as if he had the power to take me there.
This man a sanctuary.
Hope.
A dream.
“All this time I spent empty, waiting to be completed by you.” His words were guttural as his movements intensified.
“You,” I rasped as he rocked into me again and again.
He released one of my hands and wound his between us, and he stroked his fingers over my engorged, throbbing clit.
Pleasure danced and gathered. Growing and glowing as he pushed me toward breaking.
He dipped in to murmur at my ear, “Let go, Piper. Let me feel you come around my cock.”
And that was all it took.
The friction burst into flames.
An inferno that caught us up in a fire that could not be contained.
One that could only belong to us.
Pleasure fractured through us as we split apart, and his name tore up my throat. “Theo.”
Mine rolled from his mouth on a growl of possession.
