His mouth comes down on mine again, almost savagely, as he pushes deeper into me. Our tongues tangle as he moves against me and the pleasure intensifies, lifting me toward my summit. That beautiful, beautiful summit I have missed and yearned for.
Everything melts away, bit by bit, piece by piece, leaving only him. His body against mine. His lips, sending me closer to the edge. Him, moving inside me.
I buck my body forward, meeting him thrust for thrust. Harder and harder, he takes me, and I encourage every groan that escapes his lips. I grip him with my legs, pulling him deeper, needing all of him. Everything he offers. Everything he doesn’t.
I want it all.
He slips a hand between us, touching the area that burns as his thrusts turn wilder, untamed, as if another side of him has taken over. The one he never allows to roam freely.
I crave more of it. That wildness. That beast inside him.
So, I prod him on, luring him to lose control and take me like a man starving for a woman. I dig my nails into his back, cutting into his skin as I plunge upward, meeting his body.
He was never going to escape me. Not when I’m a wave, returning to his shore.
As I soar toward my summit, he joins me, reaching his release at the same time. Shudders ripple through me as I grip his arms, not wanting to let go yet. I will never let go.
He’s mine.
Only mine.
He pulls away enough to look at me, his eyes still wild with passion. “I missed you, Sol.”
ChapterThirty
Irun my fingertips against Hector’s tattoo, tracing those words and symbols his grandfather chose for him when he was a baby.
“You should know,” I begin, my voice soft, “I have no intention of allowing you to push me away again. You will bed me whenever I want.”
Hector’s laughter draws a quick frown to my face.
“I am not jesting,” I say as I dig my nails into his skin.
“Did you miss me bedding you that much, Sol?”
I rotate to straddle him. “I craved you.”
Torchlight skims his strong features as he stares up at me, as if he’s unwilling to look away.
“You…” I push my palms against his chest, “…did that on purpose. Didn’t you?”
He smiles and grips my hips, holding me against him. “Perhaps.”
“Admit it, Hector. You were completely smitten.” The playful challenge in my words floats between us as I continue. “And you chose my binding tattoo, knowing it would make me want you.”
Merriment twinkles in his eyes. “Is that what you think?”
“It’s what I know.”
“I chose it,” he says, his voice resonating with sincerity, “not as a lure, but as a promise. I wanted to be forever linked to you, to weave our Fates together in words and magic. It was never just about wanting you. It was about needing you to be a part of me, as I am of you.”
My heart races, pounding a frenetic beat against my ribs, echoing his words, his desire, his need. I lean over, kissing him, giving myself to him, offering everything.
Hector is more than just a part of my life. He is its very rhythm. Together, we exist in a beautiful, perpetual dance—him, the shore, beckoning me to him; me, the wave, always billowing toward him.
Fate led me to him.
But I fell deeply and irrevocably in love, all on my own.
