Page 304 of Eternal
I smirked against her mouth, voice thick with want. “Can’t help it. You feel too good not to let it end.”
She came undone fast, messy, shaking, her mouth on my neck, breath hot and desperate.
I kept grinding into her, slower, deeper, harder, like I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
My whole body locked up, against her.
One more push, her broken little whimper in my ear, the way her thighs squeezed around me like she needed me inside her, and I fucking lost it.
Without thinking, her hand slid down, grabbing my cock, grinding me hard against her stomach like she owned every inch of my being.
I laughed, half moan, half curse, half fucking gone. “Oh fuck.” I pressed my forehead to her shoulder as I came hard, spilling warm and messy over her skin.
We stayed like that, chest to chest, skin slick and trembling, breaths ragged and tangled.
She laughed softly, breathless and wrecked, and I held her closer, like maybe if I didn’t let go, none of this would ever end.
I pulled back just enough to look at her, her skin flushed, breath uneven, eyes wild and honest.
She caught my gaze, a quiet smile tugging at her lips, like she was daring me to say something real.
“Youstayed,” I said softly, fingers trembling as they brushed a stray curl from her damp forehead.
She nodded, voice barely a whisper. “I did.”
My chest tightened. I reached out, cupping her face gently. “I’m glad. More than you know.”
Her smile deepened. “You stained me,” she teased, fingers tracing over the marks I’d left on her body, her stomach. All over her.
I grinned, leaning down to kiss her softly, lips brushing against hers like a promise. “I’ll clean you up,” I murmured, my breath warm against her skin.
She laughed low, shaky, and wiped a damp curl from her face. “I’m exhausted now.”
I smiled, fingers lingering on her jaw. “Means I did my job.” I took her hand, pulling her gently toward the bathroom. “Quick shower, then the bed.”
I turned on the warm water, letting it run as I carefully washed the sweat and traces of the night from her skin, my hands lingering on every inch of her body. Every tattoo, every scar, every mark.
I can see burns, deep injuries healing, and I wonder how much she suffered.
She leaned into me, her body softening, melting against me.
I whispered, “You’re beautiful like this,Azra.”
We stood under the water, steam rising between us like a veil. I could feel the curve of her back against my chest, her breathing slow and calm.
My hand traced the slope of her arm, stopping just below her elbow. I leaned in, close enough that my lips almost brushed her cheek, but I didn’t kiss her.
She turned slightly, her face tilting up to mine. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of her breath. Close enough that if I moved half an inch, I’d taste her again.
But I just smiled. And she smiled back, small and real, and for a second, it felt like the world was still.
We stepped out quietly, wrapped ourselves in towels, and made our way back to the bedroom. She didn’t speak.
She sat in front of the window, hair damp, wrapped loosely in cotton and moonlight, her knees tucked to her chest like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to unfold.
I sat behind her, legs on either side of her hips, and slowly let my fingers move through her hair, untangling her long curls gently.
She stared out at the sky, wide-eyed.
