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She panted hard, her hips circling. God, she was drenched. Before Corey, she’d been drier than the freaking Sahara, unable to orgasm, but Corey had changed everything. She trusted him beyond measure and that made all the difference.
Now she could willingly give herself to him without reservation.
“So wet,” he said, voice ragged, sliding a finger inside her. His mouth latched onto her nipple again, sucking as he worked his finger in and out of her slick body. Adding another one, he curled them and thumbed her clit.
With just the right amount of pressure, she fractured. A cry tore from her mouth as her hips rocked against his hand, riding out the pleasure he gave her.Holy shit.Everything seemed to swim out of focus as her orgasm rolled through her body. Cracks and crevices that had been empty for far too long filled, infused with something only Corey had been able to give her.
Lost in a haze of bliss, she sank into the mattress, watching from beneath hooded lids as he sat back and slowly licked hisglistening fingers clean. The wicked sight made her pussy throb and she squeezed her thighs together.
Whatever was happening between them was more than sex. So much more than mating or fucking.
Somehow, this amazing man was healing her very soul.
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The look in Sera’s blue-gray eyes, so full of wonder, made Corey’s chest tighten. She was everything he could’ve ever asked for, and he knew she was giving him more than just her body. She was placing her trust in him, handing over her fragile heart, and it was a gift to be cherished and not taken lightly.
Reaching over, he yanked the nightstand drawer open and pulled a condom out. Shit, he hoped it wasn’t expired. He zeroed in on the expiration date and sent up a silent prayer of gratitude.Thank Christ.His knees might be going, but his eyesight and dick were in decent shape. And right now, his aching dick was weeping to be inside the angel looking up at him.
Tearing the package open, he rolled it down his throbbing length and settled between her legs. Sera clutched his upper arms, her legs dropping open, and he notched himself at her opening. Their gazes locked—so much being said, but no words needed—as he began to push inside her. Taking his time, allowing her to adjust, he savored the glorious feel of her body stretching around his thick cock, and welcoming him deep. Once he was fully-seated in her sweetness, he forced himself to hold still for a torturous, exquisite moment. Gritting his jaw against the intense pleasure-pain, he knew he’d never forget this moment and the feeling of their bodies becoming one.
Then he let it all go.
He angled her hips up and began to move with long, even strokes, sliding in and out of her sweet pussy. She whimpered and moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and meeting each of his thrusts. Grasping her hands and pinning them beside her head, he laced his fingers through hers, and they held on tightly as their bodies rocked together.
Unable to look away, lost in her pretty eyes, he reveled in their joining. Bliss built, threatening to push him over the edge, and his control began to fray. Releasing one hand and reaching down between their bodies, he found her clit again, pushing and rubbing just how she liked. He could tell she was close, and he urged her on with heated whispers and caresses. The moment her pupils blew wide and she cried out his name, he buried his face in the soft curve of her neck and his thrusts became hard, completely out of control.
The bed jerked with his wild movements, the wooden headboard banging into the wall as he both lost and found himself in her. Her heels dug into his ass as she screamed, orgasming again, and he came so hard, it felt like the demons were being exorcised from his head, heart and soul. He arched up with a roar, stiffening as his body and world exploded.
“Fucking hell,” he hissed, collapsing on top of her. Careful not to crush her, but skin to skin and still deep inside her, he covered her mouth with his and kissed her like he’d never kissed anyone before in his life. As though it might be their last moment on Earth.
From this point forward, for as long as she’d let him, he wanted to be her safe place. The only man she would want and come to for trust and comfort. Because that’s exactly what she gave him.
She was more than an angel. She was his miracle.
Chapter Eighteen
“Oh my—”
“God,” Corey finished, and they both laughed. He’d just taken care of the condom, crawled back into bed and pulled her against his chest, wrapping her in his warm embrace.
Sera had no words for what just happened between them. But she felt it on another level. A soul level perhaps? She didn’t know how to describe it, but she knew the few sexual encounters she’d experienced before Corey didn’t even begin to compare.
“I’ve never…” Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words. But nothing came close to doing justice to the way this man made her feel.
“I know,” he whispered, brushing her hair back and pressing a kiss to her head.
Suddenly, she wanted to know everything about him. Maybe she didn’t have the right to ask, but after such a mind-blowing, intimate encounter, she hoped he would open up to her.
Of course, that meant her opening up, too. Strangely enough, she didn’t experience the usual dread when she thought about sharing what had happened to her.
Swallowing down her fears, she tangled her fingers through his and pulled his hand beneath her chin, tucking it against her chest. His warm, strong grip encouraged her to speak. To dig deep into a past she wanted to bury and forget. But nothing was ever that easy. The ghosts remained.
“I think we’re very similar. Broken, haunted, traumatized by a past event,” she said in a low voice. Behind her, his body stiffened.
“You don’t have to talk about it,” he said. Quiet, gentle, all Corey.
“I want to,” she whispered. “If that’s okay?”
