Page 57 of Crossing Between
I needed this, needed him, needed to feel something other than dread and uncertainty. My hands slid beneath his shirt, tracing the hard planes of his abdomen, feeling the muscles jump beneathmy touch.
Kenji groaned against my mouth, his own hands moving to my hips, pulling me onto his lap so I straddled him. The position brought our bodies flush together, his hardness pressing against my core through our clothes.
"Zoey," he breathed against my lips, his voice strained. "Are you sure this is what you want right now?"
In answer, I rolled my hips against his, drawing a sharp hiss from him. "I need you, Kenji. I need to feel something good, something real."
That was all the permission he needed. His mouth claimed mine again, hungrier now, more demanding. His hands slid up my thighs, bunching my dress around my waist as they went. When his fingers found the edge of my panties, he paused, looking up at me with a question in his eyes.
"Please," I whispered, lifting my hips to help him.
He slid the fabric down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. Once they were gone, his hands returned to my thighs, stroking upward with agonizing slowness. When he finally touched me where I needed him most, I gasped, my head falling back at the sensation.
"So wet already," he murmured, his thumb circling my clit as one thick finger slipped inside me. "Is this what you need, Zoey?"
"More," I demanded, rocking against his hand. "I need more."
He added a second finger, stretching me deliciously as his thumb continued its maddening circles. My breathing grew ragged as pleasure built, coiling with each stroke of his skilled fingers.
"That's it," his voice rough with desire. "Let go for me, beautiful."
The orgasm crashed over me suddenly, intense and all-consuming. I cried out his name as my body convulsed aroundhis fingers, wave after wave of pleasure washing through me. Before I could recover, Kenji was shifting beneath me, unzipping his jeans and freeing his impressive cock.
"I need to be inside you," he growled, positioning himself at my entrance. "Need to feel you cum around me."
I sank down onto him in one fluid motion, both of us groaning at the sensation. He filled me completely, stretching me in the most perfect way. For a moment, we stayed perfectly still, foreheads pressed together, sharing breath.
Then I began to move, rising and falling on his length, setting a pace that quickly grew frantic. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements, occasionally thrusting up to meet me. The new angle hit spots inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Fuck, Zoey," Kenji's voice was strained, his control slipping. "You feel so good."
I couldn't respond, too lost in the sensations flooding through me. Every movement sent electricity racing along my nerves, the building pressure inside me growing tight again. My fingers dug into his shoulders, anchoring myself as the world narrowed to just this, just us, connected, moving as one.
When Kenji's thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves, circling with perfect pressure in counterpoint to our rhythm, the tension snapped. I shattered completely, my second release even more powerful than the first. A broken cry tore from my throat, my body trembling uncontrollably against his as waves of ecstasy washed through me, erasing everything but this perfect moment.
"That's it," he whispered against my ear, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "God, you're incredible."
This time, Kenji followed me into bliss, his powerful body tensing beneath mine. His hips jerked upward one final time as he came with a deep, guttural groan thatreverberated through both our bodies. His strong arms enveloped me completely, pulling me against his chest as we clung to each other, breathless and quaking through the lingering pulses of pleasure that bound us together.
For those perfect moments, all my fears and worries disappeared, replaced by nothing but sensation and the overwhelming feeling of safety in his embrace.
As we came down from our high, something unexpected happened. My magic, which had been dormant since my encounter with Ryan, suddenly flared to life. Golden light emanated from my skin, enveloping both of us in its warm glow. It wasn't the controlled power I'd used against the Essencefeaster, but something deeper, more instinctual.
Kenji's eyes widened in wonder. "Zoey? What's happening?"
"I don't know," I whispered, equally amazed. "My magic, it's responding to you, to us."
The light pulsed between us, creating a connection I could feel deep in my soul. It was as if my power recognized him, reached for him, wanted to bind itself to him in some fundamental way.
As quickly as it had appeared, the light faded, leaving us both breathless and stunned. Kenji's hand came up to cup my cheek, his expression filled with awe and something that looked remarkably like love.
"That was..." he seemed at a loss for words. "Beautiful."
"Yeah," I was equally speechless.
We stayed like that for a long moment, still joined, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in. Whatever had just happened between us felt significant, powerful in a way I couldn't quite articulate.
Finally, reluctantly, we separated, cleaning up and rearranging our clothes. But something had shiftedbetween us, a deeper connection forged in that moment of magical communion.
