Page 387 of Eternal
His mouth finds mine then, a kiss that’s soft,sosoft, which makes it all the more unbearable.
Like he knows how close I am to unraveling.
Like he wants to watch me come apart without ever taking more than I give.
And I give himeverything.
Because this is the safest danger I’ve ever known.
The belt stays snug around my throat. And maybe that’s what I wanted. Not to be broken, only to beheld together by him. Compressed into a single point of pressure where nothing else exists but his body and my pulse under his fingers.
His mouth doesn’t stop kissing me.
Not rushed. Not greedy.
Slow, deliberate presses, lips, jaw, neck, collarbone, like he’s memorizing me by contact alone.
His hips shift against mine, once.
I feel it, the friction of denim on fabric, the slow push of him into me. And somethingclicksin my body, low and desperate.
I move against him. Instinct.Need. Something wild and quiet, the way a prayer is whispered, not screamed.
He groans into my mouth.
And then he does it again.
Rolls his hips against me, controlled.Measured. Like he’s counting each movement, drawing it out.
His palm cups my thigh, guiding it higher around his waist, holding me close.
And my back arches, airless, caught between the choke and the grind and the fact that Ifeel everything. Every inch of him. Every breath Idon’ttake.
His forehead presses to mine. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispers. “You don’t even know.”
I can’t respond. But my body does.
I rock against him, small, helpless movements, trying to pull him closer, trying to dissolve into the rhythm.
He tightens the belt just a breath more.
“Stay with me,” he says softly. “Feelme.”
And I do.
I feel the rub of his jeans, the heat building between us. I feel how hard he is. I feel how wet I am, soaked through my underwear, like my body’s gone on without me.
I feel the dizzy floating edge of something thatalmostrelease. But not quite. Not yet.
Because this isn’t about finishing. It’s aboutsurrendering. Stars bloom behind my eyes. Pressure crests like a wave about to break. I can’t speak. Can’t breathe.
But Ifeelit, the snap, the soft explosion, the way my body gives in like a fault line cracking open under him. I come. Quiet. Violent. Shaking.
He feels it.
He follows.
His whole body shudders as he grinds into me one last time deep, and slow as he lets out a groan like it’s being dragged from his chest. Like he’s falling with me.
