He rises above me, his body blocking the sun like an eclipse. I'm still quivering from my release when I feel him hard against my entrance again. He watches me as he positions himself, silently asking permission.
“Please,” I beg, reaching for him. “I need you inside me.”
He enters me with agonizing slowness, stretching me around his thickness until he's seated fully within me. We both groan at the sensation, perfect and overwhelming. He stills, giving me time to adjust, his forehead pressed against mine as we share the same breath.
“You feel like home.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Move. Please.”
He withdraws almost completely before driving back in, setting a rhythm that has me clinging to his shoulders. The lounge chair creaks beneath us, the sound almost drowned out by the crash of waves and our mingled moans. His muscles flexbeneath my palms as he supports his weight above me, careful not to crush me even in his passion. His thrusts grow deeper, more insistent, his breath hot against my neck as he buries his face in the curve of my shoulder. The ocean air swirls around us, cooling our sweat-slicked skin as we move together.
“Look at me,” he commands softly. “I want to see you.”
I open my eyes to find his gaze locked on mine. The intimacy is almost too much—being seen so completely, so deeply. For a moment, I feel the instinct to hide, to retreat behind the walls I built during the years with Terrance. But Soren anchors me to the present, to this moment of perfect connection.
“Stay with me. Right here. Just us.”
I nod, cupping his face in my hands as he continues to move inside me. The rhythm changes, slower now but more deliberate, each thrust hitting exactly where I need him. My body responds instantly, tightening around him as another climax builds.
“That's it. One more for me, Charlotte. I want to feel you come around me.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling in time with his thrusts, and the dual sensation sends me spiraling. This orgasm builds differently from the first—deeper, more intense, starting at my core and radiating outward until every nerve ending sings.
When I come undone, it's with a cry that carries across the empty beach. My body convulses around him, walls clenching and pulsing as waves of pleasure crash through me. Soren groans, his rhythm faltering as my release triggers his own. His hips stutter against mine, and I feel him throb inside me, spilling himself deep.
He collapses beside me on the lounge chair. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me against his sweat-slicked chest as we both struggle to catch our breath. The ocean continues its steady rhythm below us, indifferent to the small miracle that just occurred on our deck.
“That was...” I trail off, unable to find words adequate enough.
“Yeah,” he agrees, pressing a kiss to my temple. “It was.”
We lie tangled together, the morning sun warming our cooling skin. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my hip, and I feel the steady thump of his heart against my back. In this moment, Terrance feels like a distant nightmare.
“I can hear you thinking,” Soren murmurs against my hair.
I turn in his arms to face him, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips. “Good thoughts. I promise.”
“Care to share?”
I was just thinking that I'm finally free. Not just from Terrance, but from the fear that kept me prisoner long after I escaped him.”
Soren's hand slides up my side, tracing the curve of my breast with reverent fingers. “You were never broken, Charlotte. Just bent. And now you're straightening out, becoming who you were always meant to be.”
His touch ignites me again, sparking desire in places still sensitive from our lovemaking. I arch into his palm as he cups my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until it pebbles beneath his touch.
“Already?” I smile, feeling him harden against my thigh.
His smile is wolfish, hungry. “Always. For you. Gotta lot of time to make up for, sweetheart.”
In one fluid motion, he shifts our positions, pulling me on top of him. I settle my knees on either side of his hips, guiding him to my entrance when the lounge chair gives an ominous creak. Before either of us can react, the wooden frame splinters beneath our combined weight.
We crash onto the deck in a tangle of limbs and cushions, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs. For a heartbeat,we freeze in shock, until Soren rumbles a laugh from deep in his chest.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, collapsing against him as giggles overtake me. “Your face!”
“My face?” He wraps his arms around me, both of us shaking with laughter. “You squeaked like a damn mouse!”
I bury my face against his neck, our bodies still intimately connected despite our ungraceful landing. “I did not squeak.”
