Page 98 of True North

“No, Harry...”

He slams into me again.

Harry fills me up, consuming me entirely. Like no one else before. Emotion clogs my airways. I hold onto his grip like he’s the last lifeline I have.

Who am I kidding... he absolutely is.

“Mine, Louisa May. You always have been.”

A sob breaks through, falling through my trembling lips. I suck back the emotion. I want this. I want him. I want this life.

No.

Not want.

Not anymore.

Now, it’s pureneed.

I can’t imagine another life worth as much as this.

He slides out. The fist in my hair shifts, turning my gaze to his again.

“This right here, darlin’? This is what stays. You and me. You feel lost, you come find me. I’m your true north. Always have been. Understand?”

I nod.

He slams into me harder, shaking his head. “Nope, I wanna hear you say it.”

“Harry,” I pant. “Right here, you’re my home.”

His mouth crashes over my parted lips. With every thrust, I tighten around him more and more. Each puffy breath burns as he releases my hip and his hand sweeps up my stomach, squeezing my breast. I lay my head on his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You have no idea?—”

He swallows hard with a heady groan.

I find those deep blues, and they are devastating. Flooded with love, need, and something so surreal. It’s the fire that makes him Harry. It bores into me. Finding my wandering soul and lighting it on fire. Now he’s part of me, like I have been part of him since our first innocent kiss as high school sweethearts.

I can’t breathe.

He waited so long.

Tears burn behind my eyes.

Jaw clenching, he drops his head, lips brushing my ear. “Breathe, Louisa May, we’re right where we’re supposed to be.”

I fold my hands around his as he takes up a caressing rhythm. Warm kisses dust down my neck. Rough hands slide over my skin, coming to rest on my hips. “I want to watch you. I want to see us joined, Louisa May.”

I nod, sucking in a shaky lungful.

He pulls out. I curl into myself at the loss. Harry sits against the headboard and holds his arms out. I walk on my knees, moving over his lap, knees on either side. He brushes my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

“God above, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

His Adam’s apple bobs.

I huff an amused sound, rolling my lips together as I press my palms to his chest.

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