Page 82 of Cross the Line
‘Still okay?’ he asks, barely above a whisper.
‘God, yes.’ This time the words flow freely, as if he’s broken through every wall within me. ‘Don’t stop.’
The demanding throb between my legs can only be satiated by his movements. I’m ready to lose myself to him.
I grip his shoulders as he thrusts, slowly at first, still shallow. But then he gives me more, little by little. His hips roll into me, driving in deeper, each thrust a little harder than the last. I arch my back and draw him into me, my body begging for more, because the friction is impossibly spectacular.
‘Faster,’ I plead, instinct taking over.
He’s more than willing to comply, and his careful control wavers.
It’s not long before I’m desperately meeting him thrust for thrust. My peaked nipples brush his chest, and the combination of sensations has me pressing up into him, desperate to feel every inch of his skin against mine as the pressure builds and builds and builds. I’m hovering on the cliff, ready to fall. I just need that little extra push to go spiralling down.
I get it when he slips a hand between our bodies and presses down on my lower stomach, finding my clit with his thumb. I’m suddenly electrified, every inch alight, crashing over the edge with such force that it drags a groan out of him as well.
‘That’s it, baby,’ he pants, still moving as I clench around him. ‘Ride it out. I’ve got you.’
And he does. It’s why I let myself melt into him, let him steal my breath with another earth-shattering kiss. I want to float off and close my eyes, get lost in all of the sensations – but he’s not done.
He moves slowly, allowing me a chance to recover before his pace quickens. A soft cry escapes my lips when he does, even more sensitive now. Pulling my legs up, I hook my ankles behind his back to take him at a different angle. The sensation isn’t as sharp like this. It’s more like an ache that grows and grows, and soon, I’m begging. For what, I’m not sure, but I’m whisperingplease,please,pleaseover and over again.
‘Give me another one,’ he demands in my ear, stubble scratching my skin as he brushes his cheek against mine.
I shake my head, trembling. ‘I can’t,’ I gasp out, squeezing my eyes shut tight.
He grasps my chin. ‘Look at me.’
I force my eyes open, absorbing the intensity of his stare. He holds my gaze as he drives into me, no hesitance in his strokes, determined to take what he wants from me – determined to give me everything in return.
It’s all enough to wring another orgasm out of me. My cries are lost when he dips his head to kiss me. Euphoria spirals through me, and my head spins. I’m so drunk on him that I barely notice when his hips stutter. But the praise and worship whispered and slurred into my ear soak deeply into my consciousness. Not all of it is in English, but I understand the sentiment perfectly.
He’s deep, so deep inside me. I’m a woman possessed, every inch of my body on fire. There are no coherent thoughts in my mind. Nothing more than him. Nothing more than us.
I want this for ever.
He buries his face in my neck when he explodes inside me, his mouth against my pounding pulse, his teeth grazing my skin. I stroke his shoulders, savouring the way he collapses against me – though he’s careful not to crush me or hurt me. He gives me just enough of his weight so that I know he doesn’t want to let me go.
He’s not the only one. I’ll hang on to him for dear life if I have to. Because there’s no going back now.
CHAPTER 25
Dev
I may not have won the race today, but having Willow in my arms feels better than winning ever could.
We’ve both cleaned up, but the sight of her slick thighs as she climbed out of bed did something to my brain. I almost went full caveman and threw her back onto the mattress so I could leave her with my mark all over again.
I managed to resist. Barely.
Watching her face as she came . . .Fuck, I’ve never seen a more stunning sight. The sound of her little gasps and breathy moans will be seared into my memory for the rest of my life. The day I forget them is the day I die. It’s been five minutes, and all I want is to hear them again.
And again, and again, and again.
My love confession may have snapped off my tongue as an easy reply to her taunt, but it’s true. This girl isitfor me. I just wish I’d realized it sooner, because no matter how much time we’re given together, it will never be enough.
I extend an arm to invite her to rest her head against my chest, and she accepts gratefully, pressing herself into my side and hooking her thigh over mine. I’ve dreamed of this so many nights, but now it’s actually happening. Shit, maybe Iamdreaming.
‘Do you need to go back to your own room soon?’ she murmurs against my pec, big brown eyes swinging up to look at me, telling me exactly what my answer should be. ‘You probably don’t want to get caught sneaking out of here in the morning.’
