Page 60 of Heart of The Night

‘Yes,’ she said breathily, raising her hips and moving them against my finger. The sight was mesmerising, sparking the urgent need to taste her. Prising her legs further apart, I put my face between her thighs and licked her slit, the arousing flavour of her detonating on my tongue.

I lost track of time as I pleasured her, repeatedly bringing her to the edge and then sending her over. That beautiful look of ecstasy twisted her face several times, but when I finally entered her, it blended with a sense of contentment, as if she finally felt fulfilled – complete.

Gazing into her eyes, I pushed further in, gently, only halting when I saw a faint trace of pain flicker across her features. There, I lingered, struck by relief. I had never felt so at home in another person’s body before.

‘This is my favourite place, Cara,’ I said, peppering her face with kisses as I pulled back just a little. Then I thrust into her again, and I pushed far. A hint of pain flashed across her face once more. I did tend to push her to her limit, in every sense.

‘Right here,’ I said, burrowing even deeper as I kissed her lips.

She groaned, her limbs locking around my figure and pressing me against her.

I kept penetrating her, gentle in my thrusts this time. I wanted to make love to her, not fuck her. Fucking was meaningless – pleasurable, but still meaningless. This wasn’t. This was anything but. This was my silent way of telling her I loved her.

I wanted to experience her, to savour every groan that escaped her lips, every contortion of her pretty face, and every scrape of her nails down my back, all while her legs pulled me closer to her. I would never get over how perfectly I fit into her, how her warm walls clenched around me, soaked in her arousal while they tried to prevent my retreats, as if they begged me to remain within her, precisely where I belonged. Merely the pressure of her was better than any other woman I had been with.

There was no denying that I wanted to charge savagely into her, that I wanted to possess every part of her body, her mind – that I wanted to devour her until there was nothing left of her for anyone else to enjoy. But I could do that another day. This moment was distinctly heartfelt, steeped in exquisite passion, and it would be a mistake to tarnish it.

When her eyebrows suddenly furrowed more deeply than usual, I knew I had struck the right spot within her. Maintaining the rhythm, I watched with fascination as her lips shaped into a subtle circle beneath me. I withdrew my hand from her hair, guiding my thumb to her clit, and began to rub. Almost instantly, her walls started quivering around me, squeezing. She was getting there, fast.

‘Mmm, fuck!’ she cried out. Her back arched sharply from the mattress, neck bending to the point where her face nearly vanished from my sight, her fingers desperately grasping at the sheets. In the dim light, her damp skin glistened, lending her an almost heavenly glow.

The view drove me mad. Fuck slow. I couldn’t do it.

Charging fast and hard into her, I heard her whimper just as her shivers started. She released the bed sheets, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. As her head snapped forward, her gaze met mine with an intense, vulnerable look.

‘Will,’ she uttered – it sounded like a plea, or perhaps it was a warning. My jaw tightened. Every time she said my name that way, it took every ounce of my restraint not to fuck her into ruin.

‘I know, darling, I know – there’s no better feeling than us,’ I said softly, drawing her closer with an arm around her back. Our foreheads touched, and as I gazed into her eyes, I saw them hooding with her rapidly rising pleasure.

She felt unbelievably good. My dick was throbbing within her, almost painfully, as it begged for release, but I couldn’t allow it. Not yet.

I ploughed harshly into her, hoping to trigger her climax. Her head fell back, her limbs clenching around me, and although she was rigid with pleasure, every muscle of her body quivered, stripping her of control. Drawn to her exposed neck, I sucked on her pulse point, a spot I knew to be her weakness.

She gasped my name, her voice breaking as she reached the height of her ecstasy. Clamping down on me, I felt her pulsing around my dick as the rest of her body grew limp in my arms. I tightened my embrace of her, slowing my thrusts to let her ride out the waves. But the change in rhythm didn’t diminish my own pleasure. She was gripping me so firmly, as though she never wanted me to leave.

I moaned, teetering on the brink of bliss. Dropping her on the bed, I slid my hands under her bum and lifted it slightly. This new angle was exquisite; I felt the pressure of her even more acutely.

The tension built, growing denser and stronger. I kissed her with all I had, sensing that the peak was just a heartbeat away.

Then it erupted, my release shooting out and flooding her. Ecstasy crashed over me like an avalanche. I collapsed over her, sinking into the enveloping rapture.

We lay like that for a few breaths, both struggling to recover, until she panted, ‘Will. You’re crushing me.’

‘Sorry.’ I rolled off her at once, my arm drawing her close.

She brushed her nose against mine, a sweet smile basking in her eyes. My heart stuttered at the view.

‘That was… amazing,’ she said.

I kissed her nose, tightening my hold around her. ‘It was.’

‘It was so intense – on an emotional level. Was it like that for you?’

‘Definitely.’

She fell silent for a beat. ‘It’s the best sex I’ve ever had.’

My lips spread into a grin at that, my chest fluttering with triumph. ‘Hopefully you’ll say that after every time. But same.’

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