This smile was only for me.
“Are you okay?” he murmured. He splayed his hand wide, his fingers supporting the back of my head while his thumb caressed over my cheek.
I wet my lips, taking in the man above me, the only one I would ever love. My fingertips fluttered over his lips, and I whispered, “Perfect.”
I tilted my chin and lifted my mouth to his. The kiss started slow, soft and tender, flicks of tongue and grazes of teeth, as tender and slow as the movements of his body as he cautiously began to move within me.
Pressed together, he kissed me deeper, our mouths filled with longing as I opened to him, body and soul. I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back. The muscles were rigid and strained as they bowed and twisted as he worked over me.
Tentatively I moved, lifting my hips to meet him.
Christian slipped one hand down my side, his fingertips digging into the ridges between my ribs. A smooth palm cupped my bottom before he flattened it over my hip and ran it down to my knee. He tucked me closer and hooked my leg over his hip.
Pulling back, he filled me, deliberate and strong.
I gasped and clung to his shoulders as I began to match him move for move.
“Oh, God, Elizabeth.” His fingers dug deep into my thigh. Incoherent mutterings of pleasure slipped from his mouth to mine, and I devoured them while he devoured me.
That feeling built again.
Everything was frantic, the love that solidified this bond between us, the sounds that filled his room, mumbled words of devotion, every desperate touch.
I knew he was getting close. His movements were quick, jerky, his breaths clipped and labored. “Elizabeth...uh...you feel so good. So...good.”
This time he was begging and I was clinging because I needed more.
His hand slipped between us because Christian knew.
I curved my arm around his head, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
And I was lost.
Lost to him.
Pleasure rushed, surged and crashed, saturated every inch of my body.
Christian jerked and cried out in my neck, held himself rigid before all the strength left him and he collapsed on me.
We lay like that for countless minutes, our worlds shaken.
Christian rolled to his side, taking me with him. He placed his palm on my cheek, caressed this thumb over the edge of my lips. He gazed at me as if I were the center of his world. There was nothing I could have done to stop this when I realized he’d become mine. “I’m going to love you forever, Elizabeth Ayers.”
I looked up at the man who now held everything, my trust, my future, the nature of my heart. Reaching up, I ran my fingers through the thickness of his black hair. “Don’t ever leave me, Christian.”
Christian frowned, his blue eyes sincere as he leaned forward to whisper at my forehead. “I couldn’t.”
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