Page 203 of Modern Romance Collection March 2025 (1-4)

She looked at him and shook her head.

“Good.”

He unhooked her bra, and revealed small, perfect breasts. They were beautiful, just as she was.

He moved his thumb over one of the tightened buds, and watched as her face contorted with pleasure. There was something so fascinating about the way she was experiencing this.

She looked amazed. Filled with wonder, and he couldn’t help but allow the same feeling to echo inside of him.

Such a strange thing, when he could not recall sex filling him with wonder in the years since he had first lost his virginity.

And yet now, he felt it.

Perhaps that was the glory and miracle of their survival. Perhaps it was all the everything.

“Take the rest off,” he said. She complied, her eyes never leaving his as she wiggled out of her jeans, and he assumed all else beneath the sleeping bag.

She began to attack his shirt, undoing the buttons, and once she had exposed his chest to her gaze, she moved her hands over him reverently.

He let his head fall back, the pleasure doing so much to blot out the discomfort in his leg.

He helped her shrug his jacket and shirt off his shoulders, leaving his chest bare, and she leaned over him, kissing him on the mouth, and then scattering kisses over his chest, his stomach.

When she looked back up at him, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with excitement.

“Yes?” he asked, feeling a strange surge of amusement at her enthusiasm.

“You’re just beautiful,” she said. “And I want to make the most of it. The most of this.”

“As do I.”

He hauled her upward, up, so that she was seated on his mouth, where he began to devour the heart of her.

If this was going to be his last meal… So be it.

She gasped, her hands going to his hair, as he held her fast and pleasured her.

She made a sound that might’ve been one of protest, but it shifted quickly enough, to one of need. He devoured her. Until she cried out his name. The name she didn’t even know. The one she had given him.

Until she was shaking and sobbing.

She didn’t even know his name. And yet for some reason, that made it all feel real. It made it all feel…that much more powerful.

Undeniable.

* * *

He moved her back down his body when her cries had subsided, and kissed her, her naked body crushed to his. He undid his belt, the closure on his pants and freed himself.

“Take me inside you,” he said, his voice hoarse.

She looked at him with an unknowable expression on her face, but moved, and he felt the head of him go against her hot, slick channel.

For all that he had thought he would die of pain just yesterday, he thought now he might die of pleasure.

She began to sink down onto him, and paused for a moment, then resolutely brought herself down over him, a cry on her lips as she did.

He reached up, and grabbed hold of her head, brought her mouth down to his and kissed her savagely, as he moved, as he claimed her even as he lay prone.

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