“Only you, always you,” I whisper against his lips with a groan as he slides fully inside me, saying the words he wrote to me all those years ago in his letters.
My name floats from his mouth on a whisper and the sound is filled with such awe and wonder that it takes my breath away as I push my hips up to bring him deeper.
“Say it again,” I murmur against his mouth as he begins slowly rocking in and out of me.
His mouth leaves a trail of kisses down my cheek until he gets to my ear.
“Shelby, Shelby, Shelby…mine.”
His hands grab on to mine and he takes them away from his face, lacing our fingers together as he pulls my arms above my head and presses them into the cot.
I groan his name and my head tilts back as he continues moving slowly in and out of my body.
His mouth finds mine again and his tongue pushes past my lips, sliding against mine in the same rhythm as his cock moving inside me, over and over. My body feels alive for the first time in six years, pleasure tingling up my spine and pulsing between my legs. I don’t have to be ashamed of what I want and what I need when I’m with Eli and I’ve missed this part of myself. I want to let go, be wild, and have this man who heals me take everything I have to give.
I break the kiss, keeping my lips against his when I speak with another groan as he pushes deep and grinds himself against me.
“Harder,” I whisper against his mouth.
A strangled, desperate sound flies past his lips, one of need and barely concealed control.
“Six years, baby,” he pants as he starts moving a little faster and I tighten my thighs around his hips. “I’m barely holding on. Don’t wanna hurt you.”
He’s still holding my arms above my head, and I squeeze his hands tightly, wishing for the hundredth time that I could go back and never let him leave me. Never have one second of missing out on this.
“I’m not going to break. Please,” I beg, pushing my hips up to meet him.
He growls low in his throat and immediately pulls his hips back and slams inside me, hard, just like I wanted. I shout his name and every thought flies from my mind. Suddenly there’s nothing but Eli—the feel of him taking me, the sound of his body slapping against mine, and the curses he mutters as he moves above me. The legs of the cot scrape against the wooden floor, inching closer to the wall as he drives into me with such force that I can barely breathe from how good it feels.
He fucks me like he can’t get deep enough, can’t move fast enough, can’t get close enough. He claims me with each slam of his hips against mine and I know I’ll never be the same again after this moment. Our sweat-slicked bodies slide against each other as we give and take, and still, it’s not enough.
I’m dying.
I’m alive.
I can’t breathe.
I’m whole.
My release doesn’t creep up on me slowly, starting at my toes and moving up my legs. The built-up pressure explodes out of me all at once like a million fireworks, my back arching as Eli slams his mouth to mine, swallowing my cries as the waves of pleasure pulse between my legs.
I tug my hands out of Eli’s and yank my arms down, my palms smacking against his back and my fingers digging into his skin as his hips move impossibly faster and harder. He wrenches his mouth from mine and buries his face in the side of my neck to muffle his moans as his orgasm hits him as hard as mine, his hips jerking and shuttering through his release. With one last hard thrust, he collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him to me as tightly as possible so I can feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest.
Chapter 21
Eli
Are you planning on living with me forever, or do you have a plan? Do you need an intervention?”
Rylan laughs at me as I finish putting away the box of plates, cups, and silverware that Kat gave me as a housewarming gift when she stopped by yesterday to see how I was doing. I can tell she still isn’t fully on board with me moving out of her house, going by the way she hovered over me, asked me a hundred times if I needed anything, and reminded me to call my shrink if I needed someone to talk to. At least she didn’t try to tell me again that I could come back to her place at any time, but that might have had something to do with Daniel giving her shoulder a squeeze each time she even thought about saying it. At least she liked the place and she was impressed with how quickly I’d unpacked and settled in.
“Is this your subtle way of telling me I’m cramping your style?” Rylan asks as I close the cabinet door and turn around to find him lounging on my couch with his hands behind his head.
“Not right at this moment, but you’re going to need to find something else to do when Shelby gets here in a little bit,” I remind him.