Page 28 of Devil's Haunting
And that is all that matters right now. Everything else will come and it’ll be glorious when it does.
“That’s it,” he growls, his mouth traveling up my chest where he plants open mouth kisses. He bites along my collarbone, up my neck, and along my jawline. Then his mouth is hovering right above mine.
Our eyes lock and hold. Half of his face is still in shadow, but I don’t need to see him fully. I know what he looks like the same way I know the beat of my heart.
His hips keep the same maddening pace and now it’s almost too much. It feels like my skin is too tight, the need to come riding me hard.
“Need to feel you splash my walls with your cum,” I gasp out the words as my clit throbs in time with our combined heartbeat.
He growls, the sound feral as it bounces against the house and the trees. For a moment it sounds like a pack of wolves are coming, but I know differently. It’s just him. Just my man. Just his claim on me.
“I’ll be filling you with my cum soon enough, Laiken.”
There’s a warning in his voice; one I don’t want to heed. I squeeze my pussy around his length again, loving the way he shudders above me even though he keeps the same infuriating pace with his movements.
“Please,” my voice is a plea, one I know he is powerless against.
“Fuck,” he holds the word out, groaning it over me like the cleansing smoke of sage and intention.
And then he really starts to move. He pulls almost all the way out of me and slams forward again, hard and fast. He does it again and again, pushing me up and up until I’m floating in the clouds and waiting for the crash and begging to come back down to earth.
The thrusting of his hips becomes fluid grace as he takes me harder and faster with every movement.
All while the stars dance above us.
All while we are held on a knife’s edge.
All while our hearts pound in synch.
All while our breathing becomes a ragged prayer to be answered in the quiet only darkness knows.
We teeter together with my hair splayed out across chrome and my arms wrapped around the solid muscle of my man.
“Tripp,” I gasp, a few tears running over my temples and tangling in my hair.
“I know, my Mischief-maker,” he breathes, “I know.”
He covers me with his body, the brush of his cotton shirt and the leather of his cut abrading my skin in the best of ways. And still, he moves faster and harder.
And then everything stops.
It only lasts a moment, just one perfect moment captured and untouched by time and space. The breath before everything shatters.
My body locks up, and my pussy squeezes his length as he pumps his cum as deep inside of me as he can reach with his cock buried to the hilt. His arms shake where he’s holding thehandlebars of his bike causing the bike to shake with him. But I’m not worried.
We won’t fall.
He would never allow it.
I trust him. Completely.
I love him. Forever.
Our breathing mixes, panting breaths where our lips almost touch. We don’t look away and I’m not sure we could even if we wanted to.
I want to see. I need to. All of him. All of me.
“I love you, Laiken,” he rasps.
