Page 135 of I’m Already Gone

His fingers find the zipper of my sundress, slowly easing it down. The fabric slides off my shoulders, pooling around my feet. Next, the delicate lace of my bra gives way, followed by the matching thong, leaving me completely bare. His eyes trace every line before meeting mine again.

“You take my breath away, Sunshine,” he murmurs.

I can feel a blush bloom across my cheeks, a warmth spreading through me at his words.

He unbuttons his shirt, tossing it carelessly aside. His jeans follow, revealing the lean, muscled planes of his body. He leans over me, and I spread my legs, inviting him into the space between them.

With one hand bracing him on the sand beside my head, Ethan grips his hard dick and positions it at my entrance. He places a featherlight kiss on my forehead, then my cheek, my nose, the curve of my jaw, and then the corner of my mouth. His eyes, dark and full of love, meet mine. Then his lips finally claim mine.

Our kiss is a slow burn, a passionate declaration that surpasses desire. It is full of letting go of old wounds, healing, proof that the pain hasn’t won, and relief that we found our way back to each other. This kiss isn’t about the fire between us. It’s about choosing each other again, this time with clearer minds, mature hearts, and a love that feels deeper than ever before.

He guides himself inside me, filling me completely. A soft gasp escapes my lips, my back arching, a silent plea for more. More of him.

“Oh, God, Lily,” he groans against my mouth, his breath hot on my skin. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

I can’t form the words, only a guttural groan, lost in the sensation of him moving inside me, stretching me, claiming me.

“Please, Lily,” he pleads again.

“I will,” I manage to whisper breathlessly, my hands roaming up and down his back, my fingertips tracing his spine. A shiver runs through his body at my touch.

He shifts, sliding his arms underneath my head, cradling me as he begins to grind his hips against mine, sinking deeper with each powerful thrust.

“I love you, Lily,” he grunts. His lips move from my mouth to my neck, finding that sensitive spot beneath my ear where my pulse flutters wildly.

Even though my body screams with a pleasure that borders on agony, I have no desire to tell him to stop. A dark, irrational fear whispers that I don’t know how much longer I will be able to connect with him like this, this beautiful surrender. I push the negative thoughts away, focusing only on the present. Right here. Right now. Making love to my husband. My soulmate.

He pushes harder, the rhythm accelerating, a wild, primal dance.

“Sunshine, I’m going to come,” he warns, his voice strained. He pulls his arms from under me, gently lifting one of my legs and placing it next to his hip to find a deeper angle.

“Oh, God!” I cry out, a shout of pure ecstasy as he hits that perfect spot, sending me spiraling over the edge.

A sexy, triumphant smirk spreads across his face, his eyes sparkling in the dim light. “X marks the spot, baby.”

Four more powerful thrusts and he comes with me, his body shaking, his head collapsing onto my shoulder.

We’re both gasping for air, our breathing ragged, like we finally reached the surface after being underwater for years.

I look down at him and smile. I’m his again. He’s mine. It’s our second chance and a promise of forever.

I can finally rest now.

I’m home.

Ethan

Days later

As sunlight spills into the room, I squint against its brightness, my eyes slowly fluttering open. Glancing at my side, I find the bed empty.

“Lily?” I call out.

A sharp and violent sound erupts from the bathroom, sending a jolt of alarm through me.

“Fuck,” I swear under my breath.

I launch myself from the bed, the covers tangling around my feet for a split second before I tear free. I sprint toward the bathroom butt naked.