Chapter 34 #2
I want to say his name again. He digs his fingers into my hips even harder, his arms shaking with the effort, holding me over him so I can’t take him the way I need him.
The words are pouring out of me. I’m sobbing the words, clinging to him. “I want you so much. All of you, I want all of you.”
He makes a sound that’s part groan and part moan, his stare branding me. “Not like this, babes,” he whispers, gutted. The word babes coming from him has me wilting. He pauses, pain building as he looks into my soul. “Not with us like this. We can wait.”
The darkness lifts when I kiss the tip of his nose and his swollen lips. He tightens his grip on me, and his hands tremble as he holds me up, so close but not enough.
“I’m all in.” It’s a plea. A vow. “I’m okay, I want this.”
“Please, babes,” he says, sorrow and desire and care in his words. “I need you better than okay. We can wait.”
And just like that, I want his name back in my mouth. And I don’t want fear to decide my fate.
“H—Henry,” I whisper, fighting a battle I never expected. “Henry,” I say, stronger. Then, emphatic, “Henry, I want this, I want you. I promise.”
He doesn’t hesitate—he lifts his hips in a thrust strong enough to drive me onto his entire length. The sound he makes as he pushes into me is unrestrained. I tighten around him so hard in response that he gasps.
“Oh fuck, Henry. Henry.” His name spills out of me, over and over, erasing every time I’ve stifled it, wished it away.
I cling to him. I bask in his touch, his presence, his pleasure. I say his name. It pours out of me. Over and over. It’s not his body, it’s not his name, it’s all of him. In my life. In my heart.
We are beyond anything I’ve imagined. Beyond the physical. My heart is full to bursting as he buries his hand in my hair and exposes my neck to his tender mouth as we rock and roll, rise and fall.
“Henry!” His name is torn from my soul, a whimper and a guttural moan, a wish and a prayer. He bottoms out, lifting his hips to meet my fall, and I shudder. I’m home, wrapped in his arms.
He holds me tight, filled, stretched, and complete, savage in his need, sliding into me and using his grip on me to give me the friction I have to have.
“It’s too good,” he says, his voice strained and urgent. I shake as he nuzzles into me, the cords of his neck straining as we move, as he struggles to speak. “More than my fucking dreams, Kait.”
I rise on my knees, then fall, meeting his deep, jarring hip rolls and pushing against the pad of his thumb.
It’s epic, far better than my fantasies.
I slam down while he lifts. Loud and harsh moans torment me, too seismic to withstand.
My body is lit by his touch, by his breath shuddering against my skin, fireworks of ecstasy crushing down on me as Henry begins to lose his tenuous grasp on control, and words of pleasure and need, curses and my name spill out of him.
He slides into me, no longer smooth and steady. With every rise and fall against him, onto him, his name is ripped out of me. It’s a mantra. Despite the hours I’ve spent imagining this, I’m shocked by the cataclysm that is us.
“Kait,” he says, each breath a deep drag of air.
“I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.
” His voice sends adrenaline coursing through my veins.
His pace is relentless, his hard grip on my hips making me match his rhythm, even as we begin to falter.
He shows no signs of slowing as I start to break apart in his arms.
I have no idea how to speak, so I nod. I’m so close. Fierce determination mingles with satisfaction in Henry’s gaze as sounds I’ve never made before start to pour out of me.
He gently swipes over my clit, once, then again, but it’s the third time that threatens to shove me headlong toward the abyss. I moan. I’m so close. Brushing his lips against my neck, he drags his tongue over my skin as his whisper sends heat through my spine.
“Let me love you, sweet Kait.”
The last of my fear dissolves.
Henry’s here. He’s touching me, asking to love me. It’s real. We are real. Together.
His body crashes into mine, his hips slamming against me, his thighs holding mine apart.
There will be bruises. The thought of Henry’s body marking mine makes me spasm around his shaft, my orgasm blasting through me without warning, an unplanned launch.
He covers my mouth with his, and I shake in his arms while he goes even harder, railing me, his name muffled into moans by his lips.
It’s hard. Claiming. I’ve never felt more loved.
I cling to him. He never falters, the muscles of his back bunching under his sweat-slick skin.
“Kait. My Kait.” The words are torn out of him as he surges into me, starting to lose the rhythm as he finishes inside me, staring into me as he does. He pulls me close, holding me to him with force that is shy of painful, kissing my forehead, my cheek, my nose.
I’m blinded by the pleasure. I’m trembling, my thighs quivering, pressed against his hips, and I gasp his name as he hammers up into me with another violent thrust. I shiver despite the heat of his body and clamp down around his shaft, whispering his name as I lose control, pushed over the edge into ecstasy by the look on his face when I moan his name.
He adores me.