Page 286 of Eternal
I was falling apart.
He was naked, sweat glistening along his collarbone, chest heaving while he stayed buried inside me like he didn’t belong anywhere else, and he didn’t. Hereallydidn’t.
The rhythm built, faster now, harder, his hips slapping against mine with sound and heat and hunger. Every thrust angled to make me feel full, destroyed, worshiped.
“Gonna come,” I breathed. “Fuck, Damir,please?—”
“Yeah?” he panted. “Then give it to me.”
He slammed in deep and stilled, and I broke. I came hard, crying out, clenching around him while my whole body shuddered. Like my brain completely shut down for a second and all I could feel was him. He didn’t move, he held me there while I rode it, kissed me like he owned the tremble in my spine.
Then he started again, relentless now, chasing his own high with sweat and teeth and low, broken groans.
I could feel him getting close, the way his rhythm stuttered, the way his breath caught.
He cursed, pulled out with a growl, and then, his come hit my skin, hot, heavy, ribbed across my stomach like something filthy and sacred at once.
He braced one hand beside my head, panting, staring down at me like I’d undone him, and then he simply watched.
His eyes dropped between my legs, at the mess he’d made of me, at how I was trembling, dying,fucked.
“Look at that,” he muttered, fingers sliding down slowly to part me open and watch the slick stretch between us. “Still leaking for me.”
I reached for him, wrecked and desperate, but he didn’t come down yet. He rocked back on his heels, gaze like a disturbed ocean. “I want to see all of it,” he said. “Every drop.”
Then he leaned in.
His mouth pressed to my stomach, to the mess he’d made, not possession, no hesitation.
His lips dragged through the slick, tongue tasting what we’d made together like he wanted it etched on his memory.
“Don’t look away,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “You need to know what you do to me.”
So I didn’t.
He didn’t stop kissing me.
Even after I was shaking, still gasping from what we’d just done, he stayed there, mouth open against my stomach, then my cunt, tongue dragging through the heat like he couldn’t stand to waste a drop of what we were.
Kisses that traced down until it hit my clit, too sensitive.
“Oh…Again?”
He looked up at me and smiled, pressing a kiss there, “Again.”
I carded my fingers through his hair, not trying to guide him anywhere. I needed touch, his skin, his weight.Him.
A lick, a suck, kisses, lazily eating me out and it didn’t take more than a few minutes to feel something building down my stomach, and it hit me again.
“Damir…” I breathed, soft, unsure if it was a thank you or a prayer.
He looked up.
Face flushed, mouth slick, blue eyes blown wide with whatever emotion he was still trying to hide. And then he came up over me, crawling slowly, like a man hungry again right after the first bite didn’t do the job.
He kissed me full on the mouth.
I could taste us, and it wrecked me.
