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A shiver stole through me, my entire being resonating with a burning passion I hadn’t known before. This intensity, this urgency, even after the pleasure he’d just given me, was new and raw. I felt an insatiable hunger clawing within, and craving more.
As he pushed down his boxer briefs, revealing his taut arousal, my fingers instinctively reached out, wrapping around his hardness. He let out a strangled groan, and in one swift move, withdrew from my grasp, spinning me around. My cheek pressed against the cushion, my body vulnerably exposed to him. Trailing a searing path with his fingers, he skated them down my spine and palmed my ass, squeezing with a possessive force that should have startled me. Instead, a throbbing need pulsed between my thighs, matching the beat of my racing heart.
I turned around and touched him.
“You can’t touch me like that, baby,” he rasped, his voice edged with restraint.
“Why not?” I managed to breathe out, the anticipation thickening the air between us.
“Because I’ll lose control too quickly,” he admitted, the raw honesty in his voice making me quiver.
And God, how I yearned for that loss of control.
“I want that,” I whispered fervently. “I want you to lose yourself inside me.”
He groaned deeply, every line of his body screaming tension.
As I watched him, his chest heaving with barely controlled desire, his eyes darted to the bedside table.
“You have a condom there?” I glared at him. “Look who’s prepared for anything.”
“A man can only hope,” he said, while his fingers snatched up a foil packet, the metallic crinkle piercing the thick tension in the room. Brahms tore it open, extracting the rubber and rolling it onto himself with a focused intensity.
The whole process was swift, almost automatic, but every movement was drenched in the promise of what was to come. My heart raced, anticipation coiling tighter within, as the barrier between us was reduced to just that thin latex layer.
He placed his erection at my entrance, sliding in slowly, inch by inch. Stretching me with his length in a delicious way. The mere thought that Brahms, my best friend, was baring himself so completely to me was intoxicating. Electrifying.Every graze of his lips, every whispered endearment, every heated breath against my skin revealed a depth of emotion that left me breathless.
This was more than just two bodies getting together. More than skin against skin. It was the merging of two souls desperate for a deep connection. I could feel the intensity of his passion in the way he tenderly caressed my face, the reverence in his kiss.
“Love you so fucking much, Sephie.” Brahms’s gravelly voice resonated through me as his hands roamed my body. His warm breath tickled my ear. “I want to do this with you forever—worship you, adore you.”
I drew him into a deep kiss, conveying without words the depth of my emotion. As we joined, slowly, achingly, his intense gaze held mine. “You are everything,” he rasped, voice raw with sincerity.
I clung to him, this complex, passionate man who had defied all expectations and stolen my heart. His words didn’t just touch me. They reverberated deep in my soul, binding me to him in a way I had never experienced before.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered a gentle encouragement despite the force of his movements. “Let go with me. Show me how much you want this, want us.”
A plethora of emotions washed over me, mingling with the physical pleasure threatening to consume me. It felt sacred, this communion of souls and bodies, and I clung to Brahms, desperate to capture the essence of the moment, to embed it in the very fabric of my being.
I met his thrusts eagerly, open and unguarded in my passion. Our voices intertwined in breathless harmony as we climbed higher, losing ourselves in each other. The intensity built until nothing existed except this man and the exquisite sensation of our joining.
“I love you,” I gasped, the words slipping out unbidden in the throes of passion.
Brahms stilled for a moment, his blue eyes dark like the ocean at midnight. Filled with desire and . . . so much more. “And I love you,” he responded fervently before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
We fell over the edge as one, crying out in euphoria and awe. In those timeless heartbeats, everything crystallized into one soul—ours. It was a once-in-a-lifetime connection, and I knew I would never be the same.
My heart now beats for him.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Seraphina
(Now)
It’s around nine at night when I receive a text from Brahms.
Brahms: You skipped the evening session.
