Ecstasy shimmered through my nerves. Ticking and sparking with each drive of his body.
“It’s you. It’s us,” I rasped.
“It’s us,” he murmured, and his rhythm shifted. The frenzy that clung to the outskirts winding its way into the connection.
Silas rocked harder and deeper. One arm slid up to hold me from behind the neck while the other wound between us. He stroked my already swollen clit.
All consuming. Speeding through my senses and igniting in my veins.
This man over me and in me andwithme.
I came apart at that.
A rupturing.
A sundering.
Bliss barreled through my body. A bullet train that bashed through the last barrier.
I tried to subdue the shout of his name, but I couldn’t contain the absolute freedom that I found in him. It coursed between us in my own heedless claim.
Tingles of perfection burned through my insides and across my flesh.
Ecstasy.
There was no other way to describe it.
Silas gripped me tighter. Racing to meet with my orgasm that went on and on. His body coiled and tightened as his hips fucked and snapped.
Hard and rushed.
As rushed as the breaths that heaved from his lungs.
And he was right there, coming apart, his hands adamant as he hung on to me as he came.
“Fuck. Brinley. Fuck.”
His mouth dropped open on a silent groan, and his harsh, menacing face contorted in rapture.
And in that moment, he was no longer bound to who he thought he had become.
He was made new by the bonds that we had formed.
In this horrible life that neither of us had asked for, each of us broken in our own way, both willing to hold the other’s pieces.
Without question, I was going to hold all of his.
We stayed that way for the longest time, every synapse alive with pleasure, before he finally slumped down, though he kept himself supported on his elbows so he didn’t smash me with his giant body.
His smile was almost sloppy as he gazed down at me.
Tenderly, he brushed back a lock of hair that had gotten matted to my temple and tucked it behind my ear.
Then his fingertips fluttered up to run along my cheek and down my jaw.
“Nothing in the world, Brinley Webber. Nothing quite like you.”
FIFTY-ONE
