Page 47 of From the Wreckage
He kisses me hard, swallowing my cries, whispering my name against my lips like I’m both a prayer and a sin.
And when my release rips through me, I come undone in his arms, knowing there’s no going back—ever.
“Oh, I’m not done with you, yet,” he rasps, still moving inside me as my orgasm continues. “I want you to ride me.”
He pulls out and collapses beside me. His hands go around my hips as I move, straddling him.
My hand is on his shoulder, eyes locked on his, as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, soaked from my juices, andlower myself down, inch by inch. We groan in unison, as the pleasure, the stretching, it’s almost too much.
I lower myself until I wince, both hands gripping his shoulders now. Then I move, sliding up and down, rolling my hips in ways I’ve never done before, but feels so damn good with him. We stare at each other in the darkness before he pulls me down to his lips, his tongue sliding over mine as he tastes me, kissing me like I’m the only thing holding him together.
I pull back slightly, whimpering, “I’m gonna come again.” My movements become erratic as I chase the pleasure.
His hands grip my hips tighter, digging into my skin as he arches from below. “Give it to me, angel. Every drop.” His hand slides to my clit, rubbing it in circles. “Then I’m going to fill you with every drop of my come.”
I whimper, then chant his name like a prayer as I come so hard, I see stars. All the while, he keeps moving below me, until he groans and whispers, “I’m coming.”
His hot spurts hit my walls while my pussy squeezes and milks every drop from him.
I collapse against him, my body trembling, my heart pounding like it’s trying to break free. Everett’s chest heaves beneath me, his skin damp, his arms wrapped so tight around me it feels like he’s trying to fuse me to him.
For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the faint hum of crickets outside. My cheek rests over his heart, and the heavy thud of it grounds me, steady and real.
He presses his lips to my hair, his voice low and raw. “Angel… I’ll never get enough of you.”
My throat tightens, tears pricking hot behind my eyes. No one’s ever said anything like that to me—not with this much certainty, this much truth. Joey’s words were always polished and practiced. Everett’s cut straight into me.
And that’s the difference.
With Joey, it always felt like I was auditioning. Like I had to prove I was worth his time, his affection, his scraps of approval. He said that I’m “Too needy. Too much.”
With Everett, I’m wanted. Seen. Cherished.
I lift my head, meeting his gaze. His dark brown eyes are molten in the faint light, unguarded in a way that steals my breath. For once, the walls he carries like armor are gone, and all that’s left is raw, terrifying honesty.
“You’re looking at me like I’m gonna disappear,” I whisper.
His hand cups my face, his thumb brushing along my cheek. “Because I can’t believe you’re here. That I get to touch you. That you’re mine.”
Emotion crashes through me, leaving me bare. I press my lips to his, gentle and slow, a kiss that lingers like a vow.
He groans softly into my mouth, then eases me back onto the pillow, pulling the blanket over us. His body curves around mine protectively, his arm banded around my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck.
For the first time in my life, I feel cherished. Not just wanted. Not just claimed. Cherished.
I lace my fingers with his, holding tight, afraid to let go. “Everett?” I whisper.
“Yeah, angel?” His voice is already drowsy, a rumble against my skin.
I swallow hard, my heart hammering. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this safe.”
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, his arm tightening around me. His answer is simple, but it unravels me completely.
“That’s because you’re with me. And as long as you are, nothing will ever touch you.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I smile into the dark, my heart soaring and shattering all at once. Because deep down, I know he means it.
In the silence that follows, that truth shines through, vibrant and free. This isn’t just lust.
