Page 23 of Wrecked By the Mountain Man
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper still. Each thrust sends shockwaves through me.
The whole time, I feel the power in him, the raw strength coiled in his muscles, the controlled power of his movements. The scars on his shoulders catch the firelight, reminders ofbattles fought, but right now, this feels like the most important one he’s ever waged.
The battle to feel. To connect. To be mine.
He leans down, bracing himself on one arm beside my head, his other hand tangling in my hair.
"You feel me, Penny?" he rasps against my lips, his breath hot. "Feel how deep I am? How you take every fucking inch like you were meant to be here the whole time?"
He punctuates the words with a particularly deep thrust that makes me cry out, my nails digging into his back.
"You're mine, Penny.Mine!"
"Yes! Oh god, yes! More, Edward. Harder!"
He growls a sound of pure male satisfaction, and picks up the pace.
"Mine!"
His thrusts become faster, harder, driving into me with a force that rocks the sturdy bedframe. The slap of skin on skin fills the small room, mingling with my gasps and his low, guttural groans.
I feel another orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter low in my belly, fueled by the sheer intensity of his possession.
"Look at me," he demands again, his voice strained. "Look at me when you come."
His command sends me hurtling over the edge. My body shatters around him, convulsing, clenching his cock impossibly tight as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashes through me.
I scream his name, my eyes locked on his, seeing the reflection of my own wild pleasure in his gaze.
He lets out a choked roar, his rhythm stuttering. He thrusts deep, once, twice more, then holds himself buried inside me as he pulses, hot and thick ropes of his come filling me with his release.
He collapses onto me, his weight a warm, comforting blanket. His face is flushed, his hair damp with sweat, but his eyes… his eyes are clear, vulnerable, and softer than I’ve ever seen them.
“Well,” he rasps, still at a loss for breath. “I guess you won’t be needing that fold out bed tonight.”
I giggle, a breathless, satisfied sound. “Definitely not. Not with you here, Edward. You’re much, much warmer.”
He leans down, pressing a soft, tender kiss to my forehead. “Go to sleep, Penny. We’ve got a long few days ahead of us.”
I nestle against him, feeling the solid warmth of his body spooned against mine, his arm wrapped securely around my waist.
The scent of him and our lovemaking fills my senses, a intoxicating perfume that promises safety and belonging.
I close my eyes, a feeling of deep contentment settling over me, a peace I haven’t truly known in years.
Outside, the storm still rages. But inside the cabin, inside this bed, wrapped in Edward Rogers, I’ve found my own perfect, overwhelming calm.
I've found my purpose.
Chapter 7
Edward
Ishould sleep. Close my eyes.
Penny's beautiful warmth is seeping into my skin where she’s curled against me, breathing softly against my chest. My arm tightens around her waist, pulling her closer as long blonde hair spills over my pillow.
I watch the steady rise and fall of her chest, the flicker of the dying fire reflected in the window while I keep my eyes open. Guarding this fragile peace that's somehow found it's way to me today.
