Page 145 of Beneath the Mountain Sky
She whimpers and nods, clenching around me, rolling her hips to meet mine on each thrust. Taking me deep. Clinging to me on each retreat, trying to keep me inside.
The sound of the crickets, the water rushing across the rocks in the river, her desperate pleas, and skin on skin fills the air.
A symphony so beautiful I can’t imagine anything else ever coming close.
My harsh breaths flutter her dark hair across her forehead, and I capture her mouth again, greedily devouring her. Needing to taste her. Needing her to know it’s me, that my touch is the only one that matters. That it’s the sole one she should be dreaming about, thinking about forever. To wash away everything else but the two of us at this moment with a crashing wave of ecstasy.
Her hands shift up into my hair. She grips the back of my head, holding me in place, urging me to keep kissing her. Those luscious thighs tighten around my hips, imploring me to keep driving into her. I flex my palm around her throat, feel the vibration of her response against it.
Fuck.
Yes.
I dig my fingers into her ass, probably hard enough to leave bruises, but those are the types she always liked, the type I always loved to see on her skin. The ones that are evidence of how fucking explosive we are together.
She clings to me like I’m her lifeline, when really, she’s mine.
I’ve been lost without her for the past year, a shadow of myself with no direction. But now, in the shadow of the night, I reclaim her fully out here, where we always felt like we were most at home, where we belonged.
On our mountain.
I can’t let what happened to her take that from her.
I have to let her take it back.
“Please, Killian…”
Those words rumble against my palm.
A plea that makes my balls draw up tight and my cock throb inside her.
And I know exactly what she wants.
I squeeze her throat tighter, looking at the way my tattooed hand so perfectly fits around that fragile column. My thumb brushes over her pulse, and tremors shake her body.
Not from the cool air, but from that release she always finds when I take control, when I force her to focus on only the moment and my touch.
This moment.
I pound into her relentlessly. Demanding she take all of me and give me all of herself in return. Each thrust reassures me that this second chance I never thought I’d have isn’t just a dream.
Willow is here.
Willow is mine.
Willow isn’t going anywhere.
And I need to feel her come apart the way she completely undoes me. “Open your eyes and look at me, Willow.”
It takes a moment before her lids flutter and those half-lidded, steely gray eyes meet mine.
I keep thrusting, grinding my hips in the way she loves. “You’re going to wait for me to come.”
Her lips part on a whimper, and she shakes her head. “I can’t. I need?—”
“You’re going to wait.” I drive into her again, pinning her and holding still until I get what I want from her. A promise. “You’re going to do that for me.”
WILLOW
