Page 36 of Zenith
“Jane,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “Have you come back to me?”
I wanted to hold him tighter, but I could not, for my fingers were like iron against his skin.
“Yes! Yes, Edward. I have come back to you.”
He moaned and pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes never leaving the depths of mine. “I will love you to my last breath, Jane Eyre.”
I pressed forward and claimed his lips with my own, kissing him like it was the first time. My embrace was all encompassing, my tongue darting out to meet his in a blaze of passion so profound I was lost to it. Surely, this was true love and not the mere euphoria we had once shared. This felt unearthly and wild as if we stood on the precipice of forever and had leapt into her waters without thinking twice.
Edward’s touch was rough and demanding as he lowered me to the ground. A soft patch of heath cushioned my body, and I sank into it with a sigh as he covered my mouth with his.
His fingers deftly raised my skirt and removed my underwear, and when he touched me within, I arched into his body. He pleasured me, stroking and massaging until I could bear it no more. I urged his jeans down, wanting to be quite thoroughly joined as if our love had to be consummated.
Opening my legs with his palm, he pressed his manhood into me, filling my body completely. Holding steady, he pressed his lips against mine as I caressed his back with my hands. Then he moved gently, pulling back before driving himself into me, his mouth worshipping mine, his body trembling as he lost himself in the same euphoria which had risen in me.
We writhed against one another, soothing the longing of the past months, chasing the release both of us craved. Again and again, we joined, our pleasure rising and rising. Finally, we were at the zenith, and we tumbled, crashing into one another as our bodies came together. We no longer needed words. Our souls had spoken.
Afterward, we lay in the heath, Edward’s arms wrapped around me as I lay my cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat return to its normal rhythm. The stars stretched overhead, hanging bright against the full moon, and all was magical and peaceful.
Nothing could touch us here. We were safe.
