Chapter 22 Collision #4
When I sense her nearing—muscles winding tighter, breaths turning shallow—I angle myself deeper, slowing my pace to something torturous, shuddering as her warmth clenches around me.
“Ah, god—fuck. Just like that,” I groan roughly against her parted lips. “I could live and die right here buried in you.”
I press her knees wide, lifting slightly to slip my hand between us. My fingers circle her clit in tantalizing strokes, matching the slow, possessive rock of my hips. “Right or left,” I demand.
Her eyes flare open, catching mine in disbelief. “What—are you seriously being this fucking meticulous right now?”
“Always.” I rub to the right of that tender bundle of nerves, gauging her body’s response, then move deliberately left—and she arches beneath me, head tipping back as a cry catches breathless in her throat.
“Left,” I declare with arrogant satisfaction.
And then I’m relentless.
My right hand threads into her damp hair, gripping her close. Holding her captive to every punishing, rhythmic stroke as my fingers work her in tight, controlled spirals.
My mouth hovers just above hers, swallowing each gasp, each moan. Her spine arcs, slick heat pressing against me as I grind deeper, harder—each thrust matched to the unforgiving pace and pressure of my fingers.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” I coax, my mouth brushing hers, voice coarse and demanding.
I drag my lips up her jawline, licking a mindless path along her parted mouth.
“You’re taking me so fucking perfectly.” I nip her bottom lip, then kiss her with unrestrained hunger as I draw her closer to the edge.
“God damn, you’re so wet for me, so fucking perfect.
I need you to come, angel. Come for me. I want to feel you break around me.
I’m not stopping until I feel every maddening pulse of your body, and you’re thoroughly ruined. ”
As she bites into her lip, I seize her mouth again, tongues tangling as I devour her whimpers, feral in my pursuit.
And when her release crashes through her, it’s devastating. Fucking earth-shattering. Her body clenches around me in a tight, shuddering embrace, the fierce rise of her hips tearing me mad.
“God—fucking damn, you’re gripping me so tight,” I rasp, voice wrecked. “So fucking tight and wet as you come for me, baby…just for me.” I groan harshly, pushing deep inside her. “Tell me who’s fucking you—who’s making this sweet pussy come.”
“Oh, god…oh…god,” she breathes, thighs shaking as they press against me. “You—”
“Say—” I thrust hard “—it. I want to hear my name, Collins. Who do you belong to.”
“Orion…fuck. Orion.” Her voice breaks on my name, spine bowing off the mattress and pulling me mercilessly toward the edge with her.
“That’s goddamn right, angel. No one else has claim over you. You’re mine.”
White-hot tension gathers at the base of my spine as I thrust once more—holding myself there, feeling the teasing pleasure grip.
A broken groan tears free against the soft hollow of her throat, the sound guttural and ravaged, reverberating through muscle and bone as I fuck against her tight heat—hard, pulsing—with mindless, unhinged rocks of my hips as I release deep inside her.
Breath ragged, I shiver as Collins drags her nails down my back. A soft moan escapes her, and I surge up, lips finding hers to swallow that delicate sound with a groan. Starved, insatiable, as I kiss her to consume every last tremulous drop of her.
As I reluctantly break away, our breaths collide, mingling in the charged space between, our bodies still shuddering with aftershocks. Bracing myself on my forearms above her, I smooth the damp strands of hair from her flushed cheeks.
And in this shattering aftermath, our gazes find each other through the darkness. A profound, unspoken understanding sparks between us. Her heart pulses against my chest in flawless, echoing harmony.
“God, you’re beautiful.” The thought slips from my mouth unfiltered.
The strain lining her brow eases as a radiant smile breaks, and it’s like fourth contact, when the last lingering shadow finally retreats. The luminous gold threading the slate flares, dispelling the dark.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, her fingers tracing paths over the taut planes of my back. “So painfully beautiful, Orion Night.”
Amid the starlit ocean of her eyes, I feel myself become something whole, something of light instead of void beneath her gaze.
Her fingertips drift upward, grazing the inked script across my throat—memento mori. Her gentle touch summons a raw ache, arresting my pulse. There’s a hesitant snag of breath before she says, “I know what this cost you—”
My lips brush the trembling corner of hers, silencing her with a tender kiss. “Just say you’re mine.”
A vulnerable window opens inside her, an unguarded depth of emotion laid bare. “I’m yours,” she whispers softly. “I’ve always been yours.”
I tighten my grip around her thigh, keeping her bound to me, my other hand cradling the curve at the nape of her neck. Our bodies fused, held tight in this intimate pause. Where the silence falls deeper, pulsing with its own unspoken cadence, filled with everything we haven’t yet dared to say.
This tension strung in the quiet spaces between.
It’s her breath held.
Her heartbeat suspended.
My anticipation for her next note.
Awaiting our shattering rise—
Our inevitable fall.
And until those next crucial beats unravel, I experience her wholly, savor her thoroughly, my lovely dark note, my haunting refrain. My beautiful, shattering collision of shadow and starlight.