Page 64 of Echoes of Danger
Heaven.
I don’t hesitate. Leaning in, I take one long lick, letting my tongue explore her, tasting her like I’ve dreamed of for far too long. Her gasp rips through the air, and I can feel her body arch under my touch, her hips lifting as if she wants more.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groan, pressing my mouth against her again, this time with more urgency. Her taste is everything I’ve imagined and more, and I lose myself in the way she responds to me, every flick of my tongue, every small movement of her hips, drawing me deeper into the moment.
She’s panting now, her hands gripping the sheets as she desperately tries to hold on. But I can feel her letting go, trusting me, and it drives me to keep going, to give her everything she needs.
I can hear her whispers now, her voice breaking as she tries to tell me she’s close. But I don’t stop. I only intensify my pace, determined to take her there, to make her feel how much I want her, how much I need her.
And when she finally breaks, when her body trembles under me, I hold her, my lips still on her, savoring every second of her release. She’s everything to me, and in this moment, I’m going to make sure she knows it.
I pull back for just a moment, my chest rising and falling, my breath ragged. Her body trembles beneath me, her skin flushed,and the need to be inside her completely burns through me like wildfire.
She looks at me, her eyes dark with desire, but there’s something else too. Trust. That’s what hits me the hardest. The way she’s giving herself to me, letting me in, letting me lead her.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice rough, my hands trembling as I hover above her. “We don’t have to rush.”
She looks up at me, her lips parted as she reaches for me, pulling me closer. “I want this. I want you.”
I feel my control slip, her words like gasoline on the fire inside me. I slide one hand to her waist, the other moving to position myself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her skin against mine.
“God, you feel so good,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, my body fighting to stay in control. Slowly, I push inside her, the sensation of her warmth surrounding me, nearly driving me crazy. She’s so tight, so perfect, and I fight the urge to bury myself in her all at once.
I move slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust, watching her face as she reacts to the sensation. I’m not about to hurt her. Not now. Not ever.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, my forehead pressed against hers.
She nods, her body responding to mine, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she pulls me closer. “Yeah. I’m good. Please, don’t stop.”
At her words, I can’t hold back any longer. I push deeper, her body wrapping around me, taking me in, and a groan slips from my lips as I feel her tighten, squeezing me.
I start to move slowly at first, my pace steady but growing faster as the need for her builds inside me. Each thrust is met with a soft moan from her, her hands gripping me tighter as she matches my rhythm. Her body moves with mine, and I canfeel the connection between us grow stronger, deeper, as if we’re becoming one.
I can’t stop now. Not when she’s so responsive, so fucking perfect beneath me. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m going to make sure she knows it and that she feels it in every single movement.
“God, Freckles,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips as I guide her with me. “You feel so good, so fucking perfect.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, her chest rising and falling in sync with mine, and I can see the moment she lets go, when she loses herself in me, in us. Her body trembles, and I feel the way she tightens around me, pulling me deeper. She’s so fucking close.
But I don’t want this to end. I want to make it last. I want to take her to the edge and back, show her just how much she means to me. But we have plenty of time for that.
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear as I speed up, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.
I move faster, feeling the heat building inside me, the tension thickening with each passing second. Her nails dig into my back, pulling me deeper into her as she lifts her legs higher, wrapping them around my waist, urging me on.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl, pushing deeper, harder, the words slipping from my mouth before I can stop them. “Let go for me. I want you to feel everything.”
With a cry, her body goes rigid beneath me, her back arching off the bed as she comes apart, her walls tightening around me in the most mind-blowing way. It pushes me over the edge, and I can’t hold back anymore. I let go with a growl, spilling into her, my body trembling with the force of it.
For a long moment, we stay like that, tangled in each other, our breaths ragged, the world outside fading away. I bury myface in the crook of her neck, kissing her gently, trying to catch my breath.
When I pull back, she looks at me, her eyes soft but full of that same fire. She’s smiling, but there’s something deeper there, something I see every time I look at her.
“I love you,” she whispers, her hand resting against my cheek. “So much.”
And I know, in that moment, that this is it. This is forever.
“I love you too,” I reply, my voice full of raw emotion. “You’re mine, Freckles. Always will be.”