Page 104 of Halo

“Don't you dare come—not yet. Not until I bury myself deep inside you.”

He lays me back onto the mattress and removes his fingers, the sudden emptiness maddening. He reaches for his discarded pants, grabs a condom, and slips it on before lining himself up with my entrance.

“You ready, darlin’?”

I nod frantically, my eyes locked with his intense gaze.

Finally, he pushes in.

My mouth drops open with a silent scream at the enormous stretch. My body yields, reshaping to fit him, and I nearly forget to exhale.

“Fuck, you're tight,” he murmurs. His hands curl around my hips, lifting me off the bed before inching deeper. Sweat gathers at his brow as he trembles, sinking all the way to the hilt.

My breath comes in short, shallow hitches as he throbs against my walls. The fullness is overwhelming and painful and exquisite.

He chuckles with a wicked smile, catching his breath. “Good girl. Look at you, stuffed so full with my cock.”

He pulls back and thrusts in again.

Then again.

And again.

Harder.

Faster.

He sets a rhythm, his hips snapping against mine as he pistons in and out.

My heels dig into his lower back as I roll my hips into him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“That's it,” he grits out, his voice strained. “Take it. Take all of me.”

The pressure builds, coiling tight in my belly. My head lolls back, thrashing against my pillows as I grip the sheets. “Nick … It's happening. Please, I need to—”

“Do it, darlin’,” he commands, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in frantic circles. “Let go. Come with me—”

“Nick!” I sob as the orgasm crashes through me, my back arching off the mattress.

His thrusts become erratic, his groans guttural and feral. “Fuck—Leah—” He buries himself to the hilt and stills, his whole body shuddering as he swells and pulses inside me.

Tears trace across my temples, collecting in my hair. My legs remain locked around his waist, terrified that this was a dream, that if I let go, I may float away from this moment.

And gosh, this moment … I never want it to end.

With his chest still heaving, he slowly softens and pulls out carefully.

Although this is new, the sudden emptiness is a great loss, like finally finding the piece of a puzzle that brings a picture to life

Nick deals with the condom and quickly returns with a warm washcloth. He presses it between my legs, cleaning slowly and deliberately. A soft whimper escapes my lungs at the ache of my swollen center, but his touch is only reverent and gentle.

Crawling onto the bed, he lays back against my plethora of pillows before pulling me to his chest.

I snuggle into him, his heartbeat still fast and rhythmic under my cheek. My fingers trace lazy patterns on his stomach, my knuckles brushing against the coarse hair.

He kisses my temple, his arm heavy and warm around my back. “You’re shaking,” he murmurs. “Are you okay?”

I nod, overwhelmed by the aftershocks still pulsing through me. Looping my arms around him, I nuzzle deeper into his chest.