But he pulls back, resting his head against mine, and his hands sweep up my neck and cradle my head.
“I’ve stalked the continents for you, Ever. Don’t make me keep chasing you. I will. But I fucking hope you don’t make me.”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer but kisses me again. Harder. Demanding. And I question why I thought it would be better without him.
“Make me yours, Ten.” I gasp between kisses, sweeping my tongue against his lips.
He pulls my hair, tilting my head, and he trails kisses down my throat.
“You want me to take you here? Now?” He growls the words against my skin, and I melt.
I nod, already imagining it. Already needing to repair the gap I forced between us.
Touch was our curse before.
That doesn’t exist now.
“Say the fucking words.”
“Take me, Ten. Fuck me. And forgive me.”
“Stars above, Little Siren.”
“Please,” I beg.
His fingers scramble with the cotton tie at my waist, and he yanks my trousers down as I unlatch his belt and do the same. He hooks his arm under my knee and bends before he guides the tip of his cock inside of me.
It’s not romantic. It’s not pretty. It’s urgent and desperate and reflects all the feelings I have for Ten because I feeleverythingfor him.
He thrusts upward, jolting me, and I sink into the heat.
Ten’s head drops back, and I relish the little sign that he’s as into this as I am.
I move my arms to grip around his neck and run my fingers through his hair. He hums, a low, guttural noise that makes my stomach tighten.
He begins to pump, moving in and out of me, quickening his pace, and he finds the right angle that seems to speak directly to my core. I widen my legs, wanting to push against him, for him to be deeper.
He grabs my other leg and lifts me, having to use his strength this time, but I wrap my legs and hold on, riding out his movements until we’re both panting.
That tingling sensation rushes through my limbs, overtaking my senses, and I feel every stroke. Anticipate every stroke. Yearn for it. Harder. Faster.
“Yes, Ten. Keep. Going.”
“Look at me.” I blink my eyes open, locking my gaze with his.
Every muscle of my body is taut, ready to snap with rapture, and I can feel he’s the same.
Until his head tips back and the cords of his neck tighten, his jaw tightening. My eyes give up and sink into darkness as pleasure washes over me.
A chilled breeze whispers around us and sets a shiver over me.
“We should find a bed next time.” I want to smile into the words as I catch Ten’s eyes again.
“As long as there’s a next time.”
“I’m sorry,” I offer.
“I know.”
