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Her pulse climbed, more panicked than anything.
“My beautiful, Sarah.” His hushed tone acknowledged her inner battle, and there was the vise-like grip of his cobalt stare. “You promised me no holding back.”
He buried himself in her again, a slow and rolling sort of movement that once again broke her apart, one stroke at a time, while he moved his hands to cradle the back of her head.
His kiss met the gentle curve of her ear, his thrusts maintaining intensity but more intentional and made to savor.
“Dean, I…” She had no escape, the intimacy of his embrace a heavy brick weighing down on her heart. That intimacy stole her breath and stole her ability to revert to her old ways of hiding.
He pushed within her, cutting off her words. Her legs closed around him, and she cried out again. He groaned, lighting an awareness that as much as she thought herself vulnerable, he was close to breaking, too.
“Come for me again.” His words were a vulnerable plea more than a demand, soft and reassuring. He needed her. Needed to see she needed him too. In so many ways right now, they could heal or hurt each other.
“Sarah.”
Her eyes slammed shut, and she tried to shut him out, but a tear rolled from her eye’s outer corner and down her temple.
She wrapped her arms around him, unable to find words, but reassuring him either way. Her fingers pressed to his rippled back as he picked up pace, where every thrust drew from her new feeling.
As much as she tried to hold out, blinding light hit her eyes again, and her world shattered into a show of fractured sight and sound. She screamed for traction but tumbled further. Every cell, every piece of her, shaking and relinquishing control.
Dean’s forehead met hers, his face crumpled with broken refrain. A wild groan tore from him, and his heat filled her—the gravity of his release frightening and thrilling—a rush of sensation and meaning she simply couldn’t tame.
In time, her breaths slowed, though her lungs burned from the exertion, from the reality of what had just taken place. Dean sank against her, his head buried in the sheets at her neck, his back rising and falling from his sharp and heavy inhalations.
Each breath spoke of more than mere fatigue. He’d felt it too. The crumbling of barriers. That this relationship had irrevocably changed.
