Page 230 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
This woman who was meant for me.
She throbbed and pulsed around my cock, garbled sounds raking from her throat as she thrashed.
Fuck.
I couldn’t handle the distance.
Couldn’t do anything but throw myself forward, one hand wrapping around the back of her neck to lift her face closer to mine as I propped myself up on the bed with the other.
Driving into her deep and hard as I dipped down to devour her decadent mouth.
Needing to feel her everywhere.
The sweetness of her tongue and the beat of her heart and her tight, mind-altering pussy.
My hips thrust between those lush thighs in a frantic bid to claim her completely.
Every part of us tangled.
Bliss stalked up and down the base of my spine, my balls drawing tight.
Her nails sank into my back like she couldn’t get close enough, and I felt when another orgasm rebounded through her body.
Shock rocked from her as her walls again fisted my cock. “Theo… Oh my…you…you…”
And it was all I could take.
Pleasure ripped free as I cracked, and I throbbed and pulsed in the sweet grip of her body.
“Piper.”
Her name was nothing but praise as I came. Ecstasy rushing from my lungs as I poured into her.
Marking her the way I’d promised I would.
My breaths were ragged as I slumped down, though I kept from putting my full weight on her as I gathered her in my arms.
I rolled to the side and took her with me.
Brushing back the locks that were matted to her cheeks, I gazed across at her.
Her fingertips tapped across my chest as she murmured, “Now I believe that was a perfect five-star.”
Surprise hurtled out of me on a laugh, and I gripped her fingers and pressed them to my lips. “Only because I’m better with you.”
Softness filled her features, and the gentlest smile played around her plump, swollen lips.
“How is it possible I feel like this?”
I pulled her closer. “I never believed in fate or any of that bullshit, Piper. Not once. Not until the moment I found you in the snow.”
I didn’t know how and I didn’t know why, but there was something about us that had been instant.
Carved in time.
Purposed.
And that purpose was her and that little boy, even if it made me a monster for taking it.
