Page 131 of From the Wreckage
“Jesus, angel. You’re fucking soaked.”
“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m pleading for. His hands, his lips, his cock. I want it all.
He slips two fingers inside me, and I whimper. His eyes never leave me, making sure I feel only pleasure, not fear.
“God, Everett. So good,” I murmur as he slides them in and out. He adds his thumb, rubbing over my clit, and I feel like I’m about to explode.
“Yes, angel. I only want to give you pleasure. Never pain.”
I smirk. “I think I’d take pain and pleasure from you.” I moan as his fingers move faster, bringing me closer to the edge.
He chuckles against me. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” His lips find mine, and our kiss is hot and messy.
My hand moves between us, stroking his cock as he fingers me. He breaks the kiss, his eyes burning with desire. Our ragged breaths fill the room, mixing with the crackling and popping of the fire.
“Everett... I can’t take any more. I need you,” I pant, releasing his dick, my hands on his shoulders.
He pulls his fingers from me and shifts, his eyes boring into mine. “Are you sure, angel?”
I nod vigorously. “I’ve never been more sure.”
He lines the head up with my entrance, and when he slides inside me, I gasp—half from fear, half from the sheer rightness of it. My body trembles, but his hand laces with mine, anchoring me.
“Breathe, angel,” he whispers. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
The pain fades, replaced with a fullness that steals my breath. And then he moves. Slowly at first, carefully, but the desperation builds. Every thrust is a vow, every kiss a promise that I’m his.
“Mine,” he groans against my neck. “All mine.”
“Yes,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Yours. Always.”
The fire blazes beside us, and I swear, our passion feeds the flames that grow higher, wilder. The rain pounds the windows, thrashing in time with our desperate, frantic need. Our bodies move in sync, like we’ve been waiting our whole lives for this.
When I finally shatter, it’s with his name on my lips and love burning in my chest.
I collapse against him, trembling as he holds me like I’m something sacred. His lips press to my temple as he murmurs soothing words I can barely process through the haze.
After a while, he eases out of me with care, brushing a kiss to my shoulder. “Stay here, angel. Let me take care of you.”
I nod, dazed and boneless, watching him disappear down the hall. He returns with a damp cloth, so gentle as he cleans me, reverent even now. No shame. No fear. Only love.
When he’s done, he pulls a blanket from the back of the couch and tucks it around us. I curl into his side, my ear pressed to his chest, our hearts and breath falling in sync. His hand strokes through my hair, steady and soothing.
“I didn’t know I could love anyone as much as I love you,” he whispers into the quiet, his words like the crackle of fire, warming my heart.
My breath hitches. I lift my head, meeting those warm chocolate eyes, burning me with the love shining from them. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. And I’ll never love anyone but you.”
He interlaces his fingers with mine, squeezing tightly. “For an eternity.”
My smile trembles, but it’s real as I echo, “For an eternity.”
The fire crackles, rain drums steady against the roof, and in his arms, I know with bone-deep certainty, I’ll never be broken again. Not when he’s holding me. Not when he’s mine.
CHAPTER 98
Brielle
The days pass into weeks,and nature’s magical wand paints the mountain in the majestic autumn shades of red, yellow, and orange.
