Page 99 of Sunrise & Serenity

My eyes widen as my hands shoot up to clutch his biceps. He’s nowhere close to being fully inside me, yet already, my body has to work to accommodate him.

“Okay?” he asks, his expression strained.

“Yes,” I pant. “More than okay.”

He goes down on his elbows, cradling my face, but instead of kissing me like I expect, he watches me. And with each sweep of his thumbs against my cheeks, he works another inch of himself inside me. Holding his gaze as he presses deeper, stretching me, filling me, is more intense than anything I’ve experienced before.

Finally, with a heavy groan, he thrusts home.

I cry out not only because of the sheer pressure, but because his pelvis hits my clit just right, sending a bolt of pleasure through me.

“God dammit, Sage. I knew you’d feel like fucking heaven.” He kisses me, hard and rough, like he’s struggling to hold on to himself.

I don’t want him to. I want him wild. So I wrap my legs around him and rock up.

Grunting, he pins my hip, stopping the movement. “I’ll move, sweetheart. Promise. But you’re gripping me so damn hard. I need you to relax first.”

I let out a breathless laugh. “Easier said than done.”

He remains buried deep inside me, thick and hot, his thumb tracing soothing circles over my hip bone as our breaths mingle. Warmth shimmers through me as he waits for my body to ease around him. The need written on his face stands in stark contrast to the gentleness of his touch. He’s patient, careful, even when it looks like it hurts him to hold back.

Why does that thought make the backs of my eyes sting?

I wait for the rush of emotions to pass, focusing on the weight of his body on top of mine, on the way he’s filling me, on relaxing my tight muscles.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.

He draws back, leaving a hollow ache behind, but before I can protest, he’s driving in again.

Back bowing, I cry out at the almost painful pleasure of him filling me in one hard thrust. Then the restraint he had is gone. He does it again, then again, stroking every nerve ending inside me.

My breasts bounce with each powerful surge, my nipples tight and straining, brushing his chest. He curls over me, taking one of the sensitive peaks into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, then sucking it deep, sending a bolt of pleasure lancing through me. “So good,” I pant. “That feels so good.”

He growls his approval against my skin, fingers sliding over my stomach until his thumb finds my clit and rolls over it. A moan spills from my lips, sensation flaring in my core. Every pull on my nipple, every time he hits bottom, every stroke of his thumb pushes me closer to the edge. The tension inside me builds higher than I thought possible. I’m not sure I’ll survive the explosion when it comes.

Holden curses under his breath. “I can feel you tightening around me.”

The only response I can manage is to arch my back, taking as much of him as I can.

With his mouth on mine, he drives into me harder, stretching me with every thrust, forcing me closer to the brink. Then, abruptly, he leans back, gripping me under the ass and spreading me even wider, tilting my hips so the thick head of his cock hits me in a new spot. The new level of sensation sets my whole body on fire, and I cry out.

His eyes are dark and smoky as he watches my reaction. “Do you feel that?” he asks. “It’s like your body was made to take mine.”

It’s impossible to answer coherently. All I can do is sob out his name and clutch the covers beneath me.

With one hand on my hip, he holds me open, and with the thumb of his other hand, he works my clit, his fingers pressing against my lower stomach.

That extra pressure makes everything inside me coil tighter. “Wh-what are you doing?” I pant.

“Need you to soak my cock.” His throat moves in a hard swallow. “Want to be covered in you when I come.”

His words push me over the edge. Every muscle in my body spasms, and my back bows as pure ecstasy courses through my veins. I can’t stop the cries that fall from my lips as the tension twisting up inside me snaps. Then I’m pulsing around his thick shaft so hard he has no choice but to force himself into me and hold still.

With every clench, wetness spills from me, dripping between my ass cheeks. I’d be embarrassed if not for the way Holden’s gaze is fixed between my legs, his mouth slightly parted, eyes half lidded, and a flush high on his cheekbones.

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are when you come?” he grits out.

He keeps up the rhythm of his thumb on my clit, dragging out my orgasm until I’m limp. My internal muscles haven’t even quit fluttering around him when he starts thrusting again. It only takes him a few more strokes before he drives himself in one last time, lets out a long, ragged groan, and erupts.