Page 95 of Ablaze

His hand tightens on my face. “I love you beyond words, beyond measure, beyond distance. I love you so fucking much, that when you left, I lived for an entire year as half of myself. Because you’d cruelly taken the other half with you and expected me to forget about it. You hadn’t just made me promise not to let that night affect our friendship, you’d asked for more of the impossible–to forget it happened entirely. And while I was willing to pluck the moon from the goddamn sky for you, that was something I couldn’t do. Forget you? Forget that night?” He shakes his head. “Never.”

A sob emits from my throat unbidden. “So, what took you this long to tell me, you idiot?”

Before he even has a chance to answer, my mouth collides with his, crashing and melding in resignation. Not an ounce of fight is left inside me. I snake my hands behind his neck and pull him closer, arching my back so he can feel my breasts against his chest.

A low moan travels up through his throat, floating into the wind, but he never lets go. Everything between us connects so tightly, not even the air could get through. Our tongues clasp around each other just like our hearts have, and Dean reaches under my thighs, pulling me up so I’m wrapped around his waist. His erection prods my center, making it pulse with need.

Sincerity shines in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mala.”

I nod, cupping his jaw, while my heart thunders inside my chest. “You love me?”

He chuckles. “You just now heard that part?”

“No,” I shake my head, pulling him in to kiss me again, “I just wanted to hear it again.”

“I love you.” He kisses down my neck and I arch so he can get more access. “I’ve always loved you.”

He lowers to his knees, lying me on the sandy shore and placing his palm under my head. With his other hand, he searches for the buttons of my shorts, unfastening them and pulling down the zipper. He looks to my eyes for permission, and I give it to him wholeheartedly before he yanks my shorts off my legs completely. Neither of us can wait a second longer.

In record time, he unfastens his jeans, shoving them down his thighs and has his thick length springing out. He strokes it, hovering over me, but never unpins his eyes from mine.

“You’re mine?” he croaks.

“Always have been. Always will be.”

He lowers his head to kiss me. “I want you.”

“I love you, Dean.”

His breath stalls at my admission, his eyes softening just a touch as he lines up at my entrance. I feel the exquisite press of his piercing inside my folds, making me mewl in need. He runs the head of his erection through my wetness, and I notice that delectable flare of his nostrils again.

Inch by inch, he pushes until he’s seated fully inside me, with his mouth at my shoulder. We both moan loudly, mine reaching the starry night and Dean’s vibrating against the side of my neck.

Opening up my legs, I reach for his bare ass, pulling him further, deeper inside me before he starts to drive into me in rhythmic bursts. He pummels me into the sand with his palm still under my head while our mouths stay clasped.

I moan at the feel of him. His thrusts, and that jewelry at the end of his length knocks at my G-spot, creating an intense current zipping down my spine.

“You were made for me.” His hips drive into me, his balls hitting my skin in a way I can’t even describe.

I feel breathless and unsteady, almost at the cusp of collapse. And when I do, it’ll be like a supernova. One the stars will watch while I watch them.

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. God, I love this man.

I’m seconds from shattering, like porcelain dropped on concrete.

I was made for him; I was born for him.

I’ve lived for him, and I’ll die for him.

“Dean . . .” I can’t get a breath in. “I’m . . . oh, God. I’m so . . . so . . . Please, don’t stop.”

Dean seems to understand my garbled speech. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come right now, or I’m pulling out and eating you out until you do.”

Jesus. His filthy mouth. It does the trick though, because before he’s even finished speaking, I’m fracturing from the inside out. My body tenses as my climax takes over. I can feel my skin ignite, my ears ringing, and my eyes shutting to take on the onslaught of Dean’s continued thrusts.

“Fuck, yeah.” He hammers into me. “God, you’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful and all for me.”

I’m just coming down from my high, my wet center sensitive and still pulsing, when I feel Dean stiffen, followed by the familiar whoosh of his release coating my insides.

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