No hesitation. No teasing. Just heat and hunger and her.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her knickers and drag them down her legs, slow only because I can’t tear my eyes away from the way she looks spread across the bed—hair wild, lips parted, chest rising fast.
I settle between her thighs, run my hand down, fingers sliding through her slick heat. She’s dripping. Desperate. Ready.
I brace one hand beside her head, the other gripping her hip, and drive into her with one hard, desperate thrust. She gasps—head tipping back, mouth parting on a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a sob. Her body clenches tight around me, greedy and perfect.
And for a moment, there’s nothing else.
Not the bruises or the past or the crowd or the chaos or the blood on the grass.
Just this.
Her heat.
Her breath.
Her body pulling me deeper.
Skin on skin, breath on breath, her nails digging into my back and my name slipping from her lips like a prayer and a curse all in one.
We move fast. No rhythm, no patience. Just need. My hand grips her hip, her thigh, anything to keep her close as she takes me deeper, tighter, rougher than I thought either of us could stand.
Fists clenched in the sheets, she twists the fabric tight as I drive into her—deep and steady. Shaky moans bleed into hitched breaths, her legs tightening around my waist, heels digging into my back.
Her eyes flutter open for a second—dazed, dark, locked on mine. “Don’t stop, Alex” she whispers.
“I’m not stopping, babe,” I say, chest heaving. “Not until you fall apart.”
And God, she does.
She bows off the mattress, thighs trembling, back arched as the climax rips through her—shattering and consuming. Muscles clench tight around me, pulsing with every beat of release, dragging me closer to the edge. Her mouth opens but no sound comes—just a breathless, broken sob as her whole body convulses beneath me.
I feel it––all of it––the way she clenches, the way she melts, the way her nails bite into my back.
I thrust again, rough and perfect, and I’m gone—buried deep, my jaw clenched tight as I come hard, mouth pressed to the crook of her neck where her pulse is thundering, frantic and alive.
“Oh fuck, babe,” I groan into her skin, barely able to breathe. “You feel so fucking good. So tight.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer, breath catching. “I’ve never come like that,” she whispers, wrecked and honest.
I slide my hand to her thigh, squeezing as we both come down, panting into each other’s skin, tangled and soaked and so fucking full. Her body molds to mine, wrapped in heat, in silence, in something that is whole.
Afterward, we don’t speak. We lie there, sweat-slicked and spent, our breaths syncing, our pulses finding their normal rhythms again.
I shift closer and press a kiss to her shoulder. Then her collarbone. Then the soft skin just beneath her ear. She hums low in her throat, one arm winding tighter around me.
I breathe her in, mouth close to her skin. Her body against mine, the quiet beat of her heart, the way she reaches for me in sleep even when she’s already wrapped around me—this is my future.
Chapter 19
Alex Sebring
It started in Charleston, before either of them realized what was happening.
Violet, all sharp wit and dry sarcasm.
Elias, full of Sebring charm and effortless mischief.
