CHAPTER 80
She didn’t think it was possible, but he was already getting better, and the cries he drew from her made her glad she didn’t have any neighbors for miles in any direction.
It felt like she would lose her mind in it, like he was truly possessing her, like any and everything else had dissolved away including her thoughts and she was left with just the blinding sensation of her body reacting to his.
It was ecstatic, orgasmic, blissful, incredible, dare she even say holy, as if this was truly what they were made to do.
“I love you,” she whispered, and then her mind swirled again and it was like she was floating.
She might’ve screamed out—she wasn’t sure—but when she focused for a second, Kallias was above her, beautiful and dry, save for a few beads of sweat, and his adorable, dry, curly hair was spilling every which way.
“I love you,” he barely breathed. He looked so intense, so primal in these moments, and in contrast to his normal gentle smile, well, it made him all the more stunning.
But it was like fate could never let anyone in its grasp smile. Ease was not the hand it dealt. No, it was nothing but cruel.
For her cries sounded like whispers in comparison to the crack of a gunshot.