Page 85 of Secrets and Starlight

She leaned closer. “Help me forget.” Her meaning streamed down the bond.

I hesitated, the raging need to claim her at war with my urge to leave as soon as possible.

“Rhett needs time to reach the boat,” she justified. “Remind me of everything we are, together.”

My lips parted.

“I need you.”

We would never be the same, not after this. Her mind was no longer entirely mine, and before we took another step, I needed to cement myself so firmly inside her that I could never be replaced.

Without delay, I jumped us to the suite’s bedroom. Desperate, I needed to taste her, know her, discover everything before time ran out.

My lips snagged hers, finding she was as hungry as me. Her fingers dug into my skin. She found my waistband as I hitched up her skirt.

We only had moments.

Moments we had to stretch into a lifetime.

Ayla moaned into my mouth as she tugged down my pants. I palmed the outside of her panties and was rewarded with another beautiful groan. She pressed her hips into my hand and grinded against it.

Urgent, our energy snapped through the tether, spurring us onward.

Give me everything.

I shoved her panties aside just as she freed my cock, wrapping her hand around it, squeezing me tight. She cried out as I thumbed her clit, wiggling her hips closer to me.

I have to have you.

I picked her up, my hands under her butt as I laid her on the bed.

Quickly.

I dropped my head under her skirt, using my tongue to prepare her sweet opening. Kiss and suck, kiss and suck. When I stopped, her thighs tightened around my head, but I raised myself over her, regretting there was no more time. Looking down at her, locking eye contact, I positioned my cock.

Now.

The tether sparked as I plunged, thrusting into her and filling her in one swift blow. Pleasure raced along my cock. It bellowed across our bond.

Keep going.

I lifted away and shoved myself back in, careful to tilt my hips so my cock struck her inner wall. With every thrust, the onslaught of pleasure rose higher. Groaning, I reached down and found her clit, pressing it as she was fully sheathed. She moaned and squirmed. I withdrew and thrust again.

Just like that.

We danced and writhed. The bed squeaked and our skin slapped as we bid ourselves higher and higher.

Faster.

I pummeled into her and her walls clenched around me as her face tightened in her orgasm. Her lips parted with a silent moan, and at the sight, a spasm seized my cock. I spent myself into her.

Perfect.

Everything about us was absolutely right.

We coasted down, her body seizing around me several more times before loosening around my spent cock. The bond swelled between us, swirling with shadow and light. The air grew charged with our connection, our scent salty and delicious. I savored my relief. Despite every obstacle, every trial,Ayla and I were still bound.

She fell back with a sigh and a flourish. Her lips parted as she looked up at me. “I love you.”

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