Page 121 of When Sky Breaks

My cock aches to slide inside her, but I’m holding out for as long as I can. “Yeah? Not too caveman-like?” I suck her nipple in my mouth and graze my teeth over it as I let it go.

She inhales and huffs out a laugh, wrapping those silky legs around my waist. “You finally feel safe with me. To really let go, don’t you?”

I nod, casting my eyes to hers, clinging tightly to her wrists above her head. Easing down, I hold her gaze as I slowly sink into her, watching as her pupils dilate and her pulse flutter as I bury myself completely inside her. Our mutual intakes of breath twist to deep moans as I press in further.

At this angle on the lounge, I grind right over her G-spot.

Gritting my teeth to temper my fight for release, I tense my muscles and move with long strokes, making sure I drag my cock almost all the way out before rocking back in.

“If it wasn’t for you, Shortcake,” I say, my jaw clenching as pleasure rips up my spine, her heels digging into my ass. “I’d still be in so much pain.”

“You never have to feel like that again. I love you,” she whispers, arching up to steal the breath from my lips.

Greedy, I thrust my tongue in her mouth. We kiss like the world is ending. Desperate, starving, oblivious to anything around us.

It’s just me and her.

Right before I feel the signs of my climax, I pull out and lay my forehead on hers. “I don’t want to come yet.”

She giggles and lifts her hips, teasing out a groan as she brushes against my swollen crown.

I twitch and she laughs again. I love the sound. Especially now. It’s not hollow anymore.

“Why not, babe? I love watching you come inside me.”

A happy groan escapes me. “You going to come with me?”

She surges up for another kiss and tangles her hands in my hair as I wrap my arms around her back and neck.

I flex my hips and tunnel deep.

Together, we rock and grind, matching pace and rhythm. In sync, always in sync, we writhe and groan and moan.

Slick with sweat, I dig my fingers into her hips, so close as my balls tighten and lift. I’m throbbing. Aching for release.

“I’m close—so close.”

“Me too,” she says, her hot breath in my ear.

Soon, she cries out my name, arching her back, digging sharp nails into my forearms. Shuddering, I follow, finally spilling into her.

Completely obliterated, I pant into the crook of her neck, tasting her sweat as my orgasm ebbs away into a pleasant hum under my skin.

Lifting, I look into the soft blue eyes of the person—the only person—who gets me. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She tilts her head, her lips rosy pink and shiny.

“For loving me when you didn’t have to.”

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

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Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, I rest my head on August’s chest, my legs curled in his lap as we sit on his deck in a chair. Outside, the crescent moon is bright despite its size, illuminating the back yard. The tree branches sway in the cool breeze, and the leaves rustle as a few drift to the ground.

It’s peaceful. Content. Just like my soul.

Winter rests beside us. August brushes her fur, her doggy snores bringing another smile to my face. It’s undeniable how much I ache from all the smiling I’ve done.