Page 28 of Princess Bride Swap

And then it all simply...imploded in on itself. She cried out, pulsing through a climax so all-encompassing it seemed like the world went dark, like every inch of her exploded in pleasure and joy and then simply collapsed.

But he caught her. Still sitting on the counter, she leaned her forehead to his shoulder, struggling to breathe. But not like a panic attack. This didn’t grip her like fear.

She was smiling. She wanted tolaugh.

She wanted more.

“Have you had enough, Beau?” he murmured.

“No. No. Lyon, please... We have to...” She looked up, met his gaze. Every inch of him seemed tense, like he was holding back. She didn’t want that.

She wanted all of him. She reached out, undid the buttons of his shirt, pushed the fabric off his shoulders, their eyes holding contact the entire time. She let her hands move over him, study him, learn him. And the whole time, she watched his eyes. His wild pirate eyes grew more fierce, his jaw more tense, the fingers on her waist dug deeper.

She trailed her fingers down his chest, the hard cut of his muscles, the trail of dark hair. Then her fingers found the button of his pants. The zipper. She pushed the fabric of his pants and boxers down as far as she could sitting there on the counter.

She didn’t allow herself nerves. Like cooking, like loading a dishwasher, she knew how to do thisin theory. She’d read about it plenty. She only needed to put it into practice. So she reached out and touched him. Closed her hand over the hard, hot length of him.

She groaned in time with him. She didn’t know why it should be a thrill to her, but something about holding him in her hand felt like pleasure spearing through her. And that was what she wanted.

Everything.

“Make me yours, Lyon.”

She watched whatever thread of control he’d held on to simply snap.

“Here,” he demanded, as if she’d argue.

She wouldn’t argue with anything if he made her feel that wild, dizzying climax again. If he was inside of her. If finally,finallythis all made sense. Who caredwhereas long as it happened.

“It is likely to hurt,” he muttered.

She wanted to throw her head back and laugh. She knew that was true, but it felt like nothing could ever hurt her again. Not with all this going on inside of her. A weakness and a strength. A joy and something so beautiful it almost made her want to cry. Likely to hurt? Did it matter?

“Only at first,” she assured him.

His gaze held hers, as they breathed in tangled tandem. Even as he entered her, slow, too much inch by breathtaking inch. There was something, not pain exactly, but an expanding. Pressure, too much, too much, and yet not enough. Nothing was enough with him.

She wasn’t sure she breathed, but she watched him and he watched her. Until they were one. Until whatever discomfort felt secondary to everything else thrashing against her like a storm.

And then he moved, opening up a new world. A newuniversethat was only the two of them together, and that was a wonderful, beautiful, exhilarating thing. Where nothing else mattered, except the way they fit together, moved together, made each other feel.

Both out of body and so deeply within their bodies it was as if there was nothing else. Not palaces or countries or mountains surrounding them. Just the delicious friction two bodies could create.

Until she was crumbling apart by some great seismic event that threatened to rearrange everything she’d built each forward step on. Because what could possibly come after this?

He kissed down her neck, her chest, then his mouth fused to her breast, until that amazing, stomach-flipping climb started all over again. Up, up, up as his grip on her hips tightened. As that tension coiled again, tightened, burst.

This time, with him. He roared out a release, thrust deep inside.

They leaned into each other, ragged breaths, sweaty bodies. Throbbing with all the pleasure that still hummed between them. Beau sighed into his neck, mouth curved into a smile.

She had bemoaned her fate for much of her life, but it no longer felt quite so stifling if it had brought her to this moment.

There was a ringing in his head, an echoing roar in his ears. She was pliant and warm in his arms. Precious and wonderful.

And he had...behaved a clumsy fool. He had handled this all consumed with such selfish desires and needs, with no thought to hisresponsibility.He didn’t even have the words for an apology.

He pulled his pants into place. Looked at her. Rosy and flushed, naked on the kitchen counter. Beautiful and wonderful and this was everything he had not wanted. Everything he should have resisted.

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