Page 58 of The Sound of Forever
“Fuck, Jules,” I groan, my grip tightening as she takes me fully. “You feel . . . incredible.”
She gasps, her hands resting on my chest for balance as she adjusts to the sensation. “So do you,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly, but there’s no hesitation in her movements as she begins to roll her hips.
The rhythm she sets is slow at first, deliberate, her body moving in a way that has me completely mesmerized. I watch her, the way her head falls back, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, the way her lips part with every breathy moan. She’s stunning, and I can’t help but reach up, my hands sliding over her waist, her ribs, her breasts, needing to feel every inch of her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my voice thick with emotion. “You’re everything, Julie.”
Her eyes meet mine, and for a moment, the heat between us is eclipsed by something deeper, something I can’t quite put into words. She leans down, her lips brushing against mine as she whispers, “I’m yours, Keane.”
The words ignite something in me, and I sit up, my arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. She cries out as the angle shifts, her hands clutching my shoulders as I begin to move with her, our bodies perfectly in sync.
The pace quickens, the air thick with our moans and ragged breaths, the bed creaking beneath us. It’s raw and intimate, every movement a silent vow of what we are to each other. Her nails rake down my back, and I embrace the sting, the way she clings to me like I’m her steady foundation.
“Keane,” she gasps, her voice breaking as her body tenses, her movements growing frantic. “I’m—oh God, I’m so close.”
“Let go,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. “I’ve got you.”
And she does, her body arching against mine as she shatters, her cries filling the room. The sight of her, the feel of her, pushes me over the edge, and I follow her, groaning as my pleasure crashes through me.
We collapse together, her body still wrapped around mine, her head resting against my shoulder. I hold her close, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back as we catch our breath.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper against her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
She smiles, her arms tightening around me. “Yeah,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy and content. “You really are.”
“I love you, Julie,” I say before kissing her hard, hoping this is the beginning and not the end.
ChapterFifty-Four
Keane
Rayne’ssoft giggles float down the hall, breaking the quiet. The faint clatter of bowls and the unmistakable sound of the refrigerator opening and closing follows right behind. Her energy is back in full force, as if the hospital stay never happened. Watching her bounce around the house again, full of life, feels like a gift for both of us—especially Julianna.
She’d been a bundle of worry, unable to relax for even a second. But now, there’s an ease in her movements, a lightness in her eyes that wasn’t there before, no matter how hard she’d tried to fake it.
I glance down at her, her body still tangled with mine, her hair a tousled mess from the passion we’ve only just shared. The sheets barely cover us, slipping down to reveal the soft curve of her shoulder and the warm, flushed glow of her skin. Her breathing is unsteady, her chest rising and falling against mine as if she’s still trying to catch her breath.
She looks up at me, her guard completely down, her lips curling into a lazy, satisfied smile that sends a warm ache through me. Her fingers trail lightly across my back, her touch soothing and intimate. I can still feel her, soft and warm, wrapped around me, and it’s almost impossible to think about letting go.
“You okay?” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my voice low and thick with the weight of what we just shared.
She nods, her smile widening as she shifts slightly, her body tightening around me. “Better than okay,” she whispers, her voice soft but laced with a contentment that makes me want to stay right here, just like this, forever.
“What?” she murmurs, her voice husky and soft.
“Nothing,” I reply, leaning back against the pillows, letting the quiet of the morning settle over us. “Not sure if I have the energy to move. I just want to stay inside you forever.”
She laughs. The room is so her—cozy in a way that feels unplanned but intentional all at once. Mismatched furniture fills the space, but it works. There’s a small stack of books on the nightstand, one left open and face-down like she fell asleep mid-sentence. A cardigan is draped over the armchair in the corner, and the faint scent of lavender lingers in the air, probably from whatever lotion she used the night before.
It feels . . . domestic. Intimate in a way I haven’t experienced in years.
“So, Rayne’s up,” I say, nodding toward the door. “Pretty sure she’s taking over the kitchen.”
Julianna groans, her forehead dropping to my shoulder. “That kid is a menace with cereal. I swear, I’ll find milk on the ceiling later.”
Her words pull a laugh from me, the sound vibrating between us. My hands settle on her hips, still keeping her close, her warmth surrounding me in ways I don’t want to let go of just yet.
“I could check on her,” I offer, though I don’t move an inch. “Before she destroys the kitchen or builds a fort.”
