Page 36 of Reign of Light
I feel every ridge of his cock as he slides in and out of me, but I can’t control the groan that rips through my throat when he tilts my hips, changing the angle so my feet are no longer touching the floor of the pool. I’m completely at his mercy as he slams into me, and just when I think I can’t handle any more, his fingers find the sensitive spot between my thighs, pressing firm before stroking circles in time with his thrusts.
“Weston!” The pressure builds, and fire licks up my inner thighs, pulsing through my flesh and burning me from the inside out as my core quivers around him.
“Good girl. Squeeze my cock, sweetheart,” he grunts, and I can’t hold it back any longer. My body explodes, a guttural cry that tangles with his fills the air around us as he pulses inside me. Heat blooms within as my walls quake, squeezing him with each of the last pumps of his hips that draws the pleasure out even more. His arms wrap around me, scooping me up and pulling my back flush against his chest just as my limbs go limp, unable to hold myself above the water.
He spins me around, cradling the back of my head and pulling me in close before pressing his forehead to mine. I can barely keep myeyes open, my body still humming from the exertion and consuming emotional confessions.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, peppering my lips, my chin, my face with kisses. His chest heaves with exertion, and his breaths are hot and heavy on my skin as his hands cradle my head, brushing my damp waves off my face.
“I love you,” he grumbles, and kisses me again, deeper this time, not needing to hear my reply, but I give it to him, anyway.
My eyes flutter open and meet his when he pulls back, just enough that I can see him, but still close enough that I tingle with his proximity.
“I love you too,” I say between my breaths, and a soft smile forms on his lips.
A thumb moves to caress my cheek as his eyes dart between mine. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m thankful every fucking day that I don’t have to spend eternity alone. Not anymore.”
Tears prick my eyes, and a lump forms in my throat. “Me too.”
He leans forward and kisses me again, this time, the softest brush makes my chest warm before he pulls back.
“I’m happy you brought me here,” I say. I’m finally able to move my heavy limbs, and wrap my arms around him, grasping the nape of his neck.
He smirks. “I hope you’re happy after how hard you just came.” I roll my eyes and scoff, but he chuckles softly. “I’m glad you came with me. I wanted to show it to you. Although it feels different now, having you here.”
“Why?”
“I came here a lot when I couldn’t sleep, or when things felt hopeless. The magic always helped with that, but having you here, holding you in a place where I felt alone and hopeless so many times, just makes it feel…”
“Feel what?” I ask, swallowing the hard lump forming in my throat.
“Whole. It doesn’t feel empty anymore.”
My lips tip up slightly as we just watch each other, not needing to say anything, letting the feel of our bodies pressed together and our synced breaths do all the talking.
“You know,” he says as he walks forward, pressing my back into the wall for support. His thumb moves from my cheek to my jaw, stroking and caressing as if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen. “This place always reminds me of something my father used to tell me. Whenever I would feel hopeless, I would come here and look out over the sea, wondering if he was still out there somewhere and if I would ever get back to him. Then I’d hear his voice in my mind, repeating the same phrase over again.” He chuckles to himself, his gaze breaking away as he remembers his father, whom he clearly cares about, before they rise to meet mine again. “He used to tell me that light always finds a way, even through the blackest woods.”
My jaw falls open as a gasp rips from my throat.
Weston’s face falls in an instant, his brows bunching together as his arm tightens around me. “What’s wrong?”
My mind reels, and my breaths come in short and stuttered as what he just said rings in my ears.
No, it can’t be.
His brows bunch together and his jaw tightens as he looks me over, waiting for me to say something, but I can’t. His body straightens slightly, the sound of water splashing around us as he becomes more alert, ready to jump in and help me.
“Lennox, are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
I drag my gaze over every curve of his face, the same one I have looked at so many times. In hatred, in friendship, in love. I never saw it, but the moment he uttered those words, the pieces snapped into place, like the puzzles Edmond used to give me.
He has his eyes.
The curve of his jaw.
But other than that, he’s completely different.
He must take after his mother.
