Page 170 of Us Defiant Few

When Takeshi was spent, he pulled back, his jaw slack.

He stared silently at her, the depth and ache in his expression able to topple mountains.

“You’re incredible,” he breathed. “So beyond perfect.”

She smiled at the endless love in his eyes, the same affection reflecting in her own. Khalani lay back as he hovered over her, still rock-hard.

She caught a flicker of hesitation in his gaze and reached up to cup his face.

“I love you, Takeshi. I want all of you. Forever.”

His eyes widened, like a part of him was still afraid she’d disappear. Khalani fastened her hands around his neck and kissed him, eviscerating those doubts.

Passion lived in every breath. Every touch. Takeshi kissed her slowly, savoring her, before pressing in.

Her muscles clenched.

Takeshi was big. Bigger than any man she’d ever been intimate with. But he waited for her to adjust to his size before pushing forward, inch by delectable inch, until he was completely buried inside her.

“You okay?” he whispered, scanning her face for signs of discomfort.

“Yes,” she insisted.

Khalani had never been more aware of her heart. It felt like he’d reached into her chest and held the organ tight in his grip, caressing each gentle beat.

Takeshi’s black pupils were blown wide, barely holding on to control. And then, he started to move. He pushed his powerful hips against hers, stroking in and out, hitting a sweet spot that made Khalani’s lips part and rake her fingers down his back.

Pleasure transformed his expression. Takeshi breathed hard, sweat glistening on his forehead as he thrust deeper, as if he wanted to mold them into one.

“More, Takeshi.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, but he didn’t dare complain. He gripped her knee and lifted her leg, wanting to burrow deeper and have every part of her wrapped around him.

She held on to his broad back as he pistoned his hips into her, each stroke making her wetter than the last. She clutched onto him for dear life, feeling like he wasn’t just inside her body, he was in her heart, mind, and soul.

Nothing on earth was supposed to feel this good. Khalani was sure of it.

He hit another spot that made her gasp.

Takeshi noticed. Always observant. He adjusted his angle and thrust harder, hitting that same spot, over and over again, so deep that Khalani didn’t know where she ended or he began.

With one last thrust, her legs locked tight around him as she convulsed, yelling out. His incredible body shook as he poured into her. And when she was finally able to open her eyes, Takeshi breathed heavily, his faced carved in pure ecstasy as he braced himself above her.

“I don’t think my legs work anymore,” she rasped, feeling tingly all over.

Takeshi lifted his head, his eyes glazed over.

“I think my entire body doesn’t work,” he replied. “Except my dick. He’s fully operational. Or will be in five minutes.”

Khalani laughed at the wicked grin on his face. Takeshi kissed her lips once more before lying beside her.

He pulled the sheets over them, their bodies still humming. She turned to face him as he traced the edges of her cheeks, her chin, memorizing her all over again.

And she let him do it in silence. Words no longer needed.

Khalani reached for his other hand, curling her pinky between his. A quiet promise that stayed between them.

If someone were to ask them how much they loved each other, they wouldn’t answer.