Page 52 of Bed of Thorns

He held out his hand, his chest rising and falling. When I finally gripped his fingers, he squeezed before pulling me toward the water. As he started jogging toward the waves, I held my breath. The second my feet hit the water, I moaned from the stark coldness.

“No. It’s too cold.”

“Trust me, baby. I’ll keep you warm.” He increased his speed, his hold tight. I wasn’t getting out of this one. As soon as we were knee deep, he swept me into his arms, going even deeper.

“Oh, my God. It’s freezing.” My teeth chattered as the waves began to carry us out even further.

Another growl erupted from his throat, the sound just as possessive as the man. He spun me around then forced my legs to straddle his hips. Without any hesitation, he drove the entire length of his cock inside, immediately throwing his head back and issuing a way too loud roar.

“Shush. Someone will hear us.”

“Let them, baby. Let them see me fucking the woman I love.”

He pulled almost all the way out, thrusting again, filling me completely. As he crushed his mouth over mine, my heart thumped erratically, pushing hard against my chest. I tangled my fingers in his hair, savoring his scent as he fucked me, spinning us around as the waves tossed water over our heated bodies.

Within seconds, I could no longer feel the cold, the searing heat from our connection flowing through every cell and muscle. The kiss was forceful and drowning, threatening to grasp every bit of sanity. Yet I no longer cared, the electricity skyrocketing.

He slowed down, jutting his hips forward as he slid in and out. I clung to him as the kiss became more manic, bordering savage. We were tumbled forward and backward by the water, the rocking motions adding to the fury of need. Time ticked by as twilight moved into darkness, the light of the moon shimmering over us.

As he broke the kiss, lifting my head, I stared up at the twinkling stars, trying to catch my breath. Everything about him was shifting closer and closer to desperation, every sound he made predatory. He kissed along my jawline then down to my pulse, his tongue darting back and forth in a beautiful rhythm. The fire was never going to burn out, or so I hoped.

Exhaling, he wrapped one hand around my hair, dragging my head back even more, exposing my breasts. The first sweep of his tongue across my nipple forced me to gasp. Then he took his time, nipping and sucking, swirling his tongue around my hardened bud. Every inch of my body was extra sensitive, the way the water splashed over us adding to the slight sting on my bottom.

This was freeing, a release of worry and fear. I was lightheaded, barely breathing as he rubbed his lips to my other breast, biting down on my nipple.

Every guttural sound he made was almost drowned out by the powerful plunge of waves. I could tell we were being pulled out even further, the shoreline seeming far away. But I was safe in his arms, protected from every danger.

“I want you more than ever,” he muttered, lifting his head so he could whisper in my ear. “And I’m going to enjoy taking you as often as possible.”

Purring, I closed my eyes, allowing the pleasure to take over. He started fucking me in earnest, plunging deep and fast. He became a man on a mission, driving me closer and closer to the sweet release of a climax.

I wanted this to last forever, but my body refused to cooperate. The first tickling sensations as a powerful orgasm crawled along my legs, the electric jolts scorching my skin were exquisite. An explosion happened in my body, the climax bursting through me, shoving aside my ability to keep quiet. A scream erupted from my throat, spinning around us.

“That’s it, baby. Come again for me.”

He didn’t need to command me, the single beautiful wave turning into a breathless push straight into the arms of ecstasy.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I couldn’t stop shaking and as he turned around in circle after circle, lights flashed in front of my eyes, vivid colors driving into my retinas. How could making love erupt in such bliss?

Edmond wasn’t finished with me yet, pounding his cock into me over and over again. I could tell he was struggling to keep control, every sound primal, crazed with need. He released his hold on my hair, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck.

I opened my eyes, his only centimeters away. He remained unblinking, staring not at me but grabbing a portion of my soul. I bit my lip, pressing my hand against his face, sweeping my thumb back and forth across his chin. The light stubble kept me filled with desire. He continued fucking me, his face contorted. Then I sensed he was incapable of holding back any longer.

I felt his eruption deep inside, the hard throbbing of his cock more intense than before. He remained swollen, stretching my muscles, continuing to plunge like a crazed man. He finally closed his eyes, exhaling as his body stopped shaking.

Then he lowered his head, pressing it against my neck. We remained locked together until a giant wave pitched over us, tossing us under. I laughed when we surfaced, shaking my head and throwing my arms over his shoulders.

“Are you cold, baby?” he asked, his tone gravelly, sexy as hell.

“No.”

He grinned from my answer then pulled me into his arms, cradling me against him as he headed toward the shore. While waves continued crashing against him, he was like a fortress, his body never wavering. I studied the intensity of his expression, the way he kept his gaze locked on the shoreline, determined to bring me to safety.

I wanted to sit and talk for hours, learning about his fears and dreams, but they would come bit by bit, and only when he allowed himself to provide answers.

As he eased me onto the soft sand, he used a single finger to slide hair from my face. “Forever.”

The world held more meaning than just a promise made about the future. It was the tether that he would never allow broken. As the breeze swept sand over our heated bodies, a shiver coursed through me. His somber mood drifted into levity, his laugh carefree. Then he grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around me.

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