Page 42 of Seeds of Love
I take a deep breath, willing my body to loosen up. “Sorry, I’m just…you’re kinda big, you know?”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through my chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I focus on his face above me, the tenderness in his eyes, the way his muscles tremble as he holds himself back. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushes deeper. The stretch is intense, bordering on uncomfortable, but not quite painful. My body gradually relaxes, accepting him.
We both exhale shakily. His forehead drops to mine, and for a moment, we just breathe together.
“Fuck, Lexie,” he groans, his voice raw. “You feel incredible.”
“Oh,” I whisper, surprised by how right this feels. How complete.
“You okay?” His eyes search mine, full of concern even as his body trembles with the effort of holding still.
I nod, finding that I am. More than okay. “Yeah. It’s... different, but good.”
“Just good?” He raises an eyebrow, and even in this intense moment, I catch a flash of that signature Freddie charm. “I think we can do better than that.”
Before I can respond, he starts to move—slow, gentle rocks of his hips that send sparks of pleasure through my body. As I adjust to him, any discomfort fades into building warmth.
“Oh,” I breathe, my eyes widening at the sensation. “Oh.”
His lips find my neck, trailing kisses up to my ear. “Better?”
Instead of answering, I pull him down for a kiss, deep and desperate. He responds immediately, his tongue sliding against mine as he picks up the pace.
When I wrap my legs around his waist, the angle changes and suddenly—”There,” I gasp, stars exploding behind my eyes. “Right there, Freddie.”
He groans my name, hitting that perfect spot again and again until I’m falling apart beneath him. My hands clutch at his back, his shoulders, anywhere I can reach.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “So perfect.”
The praise sends another tremor of heat through me. I’m babbling now, a stream of “yes” and “please” and his name, over and over.
The pressure builds low in my stomach, more intense than before. “Freddie,” I pant. “I’m close…I?—”
“Lexie,” he urges, his rhythm growing erratic. “Come for me, Lexie. I want to feel you.”
His voice pushes me over the edge again. The orgasm courses through my veins, more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt. I cry out his name as pleasure ripples around me.
Dimly, I hear Freddie groan, feel him tense above me as he follows me over the edge. His face in that moment—eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, completely undone—is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
He collapses beside me, pulling me close as we both try to catch our breath. For a long moment, we just lie there, tangled together, hearts racing in sync.
“Wow,” I finally manage.
“Yeah,” he agrees, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Definitely better than ‘good.’“
As my breathing steadies, I become aware of the pendant resting between us, the metal warmed by our skin. I reach to adjust it, a habit so ingrained I barely notice doing it anymore. Freddie catches my movement, his fingers following mine to trace the silver chain.
“You never take this off, do you?” The tender curiosity in his voice makes my chest tight.
“Emma gave it to me,” I whisper. Most people change when they hear about Emma—get uncomfortable, look away. But Freddie just nods. His thumb traces the delicate leaf design, and I find myself adding, “She said it was for the hearts that burn for justice. That I had a heart like that.”
“She was right,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to where the pendant rests against my collarbone. The gesture is so tender it makes my eyes sting.
I turn to face him, suddenly shy despite everything we’ve just done.
“You okay?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
