Page 91 of Brody
“It is overwhelming,” he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.“But who says overwhelming can’t also be joyful?”
As if in response to his words, another wave of heat surged through me, my body arching involuntarily as need clawed its way up my spine.
“Already?”I gasped, clutching at his shoulders.
He grinned, the expression both tender and wolfish.“I did warn you about the waves.”
This time, our joining was slower, more deliberate, each touch infused with a tenderness that contrasted beautifully with our earlier wildness.He whispered endearments against my skin, each word a revelation—that he’d thought of me every day for years, that he’d compared every woman to me and found them wanting, that he’d never stopped believing we might find our way back to each other.
“Why didn’t you look for me?”I asked during a brief respite, curled against his side as the sky outside lightened from black to indigo.
His fingers stilled in my hair.“I told myself it was to protect you,” he admitted.“But truthfully?I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
“That you’d hate me,” he said simply.“That I’d hurt you too badly to ever be forgiven.That you’d moved on and found happiness without me.”
I levered myself up, examining his face in the faint glow.“And now?”
“Now, I know better,” he said, his expression achingly vulnerable.“I know that some bonds can’t be broken, even by time or distance or our own stupidity.”
“Especially your stupidity.”I grinned, unable to help myself.
His laugh was warm and genuine, rumbling through his chest beneath my palm.“Especially that.”
The moment was interrupted by another surge of heat, more intense than the last.My skin felt too tight, every nerve ending sensitive as desire pooled low in my belly.
“Brody,” I gasped, the need making my voice break on his name.
He was already moving, his body covering mine with perfect timing.“I’m here,” he murmured against my lips.“I’ll always be here when you need me.”
This time I let him take control, surrendering to the exquisite pleasure of being thoroughly, completely cherished.His hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, mapping my body with dedicated attention, finding spots I hadn’t known were sensitive until he touched them.
When he finally entered me, the feeling of completion was so profound it brought tears to my eyes.This wasn’t just physical satisfaction; it was coming home after a lifetime of wandering.The mate bond hummed between us, strengthened by mutual desire and deepening trust.
“I love you,” he whispered against my temple, the words vibrating through me like a physical touch.
My body froze beneath him, his cock still buried deep inside me, our sweat-slicked skin pressed together.
Time seemed to stop as the words penetrated the last walls around my heart.My heartbeat thundered in my ears, each frantic rhythm seeming to echo his declaration.I love you.I love you.I love you.
I searched for the panic I’d expected, the urge to run, to analyze, to qualify.Instead, I found only a bone-deep certainty that left me breathless.My inner cheetah purred with satisfaction, as if to sayfinally.
His body tensed above me, muscles rigid as he waited for my response.Through our bond, I felt his vulnerability, the fear of rejection warring with desperate hope.His cock twitched inside me, a physical manifestation of his emotional state.
I cupped his face between my palms, forcing him to meet my gaze.His eyes were wide, the amber flecks more pronounced, wolf close to the surface.
“I love you too,” I said, the words flowing easily.My voice didn’t shake.My hands didn’t tremble.For the first time in my life, I surrendered completely to something I couldn’t quantify or control.
His entire body shuddered against mine.A drop of moisture fell on my cheek, not sweat, but a single tear that had escaped his tightly controlled emotions.His cock hardened impossibly further inside me, stretching me in the most delicious way.
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice rough with emotion as he began to move within me once more, each thrust slow and deliberate.
“I love you,” I repeated, the words punctuated by gasps as he hit that perfect spot inside me.“I have always loved you, Brody Thornbern.”
Release, when it came, was shattering in its intensity.Pleasure cascaded through me in relentless surges, leaving me quivering and gasping as it receded.Brody followed moments later, my name a prayer on his lips as his body tensed above mine.
We collapsed together, limbs entangled, hearts beating in perfect unison.The mate bond transformed from a tenuous thread to a sturdy bridge connecting mind to mind, heart to heart.Fragments of his thoughts drifted across my consciousness, wordless contentment, fierce protectiveness, and beneath it all, a steady current of love so profound it took my breath away.
