In an instant, his fingers are grazing against my clit, the soft pad of his thumb circling with just the right amount ofpressure.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, entering me slowly. It is torture, it isheaven.
He wants me to feel every inch of him. He wants to fill me, he wants to connect. Every thoughtful movement he makes, every touch, burns my skin and sets my pulse racing, my heart soaring. Bryce and I don’t fuck, we make love, and every single second is scored into my heart until I can’t take any more of his control. I claw at his back, bite his shoulder. I moan under his touch. This time, it’s me that wants it harder, faster. I want him to bury himself inside me, metaphorically, physically. I want him to find solace in me, with me. I want it all forhim.
“Lose yourself, Bryce. Lose yourselfwithme,” I say, gripping his arse tighter whilst I thrust against him, forcing him to movequicker.
“Sweetheart,” hegrowls.
“Now, damnit. Letgo.”
He pulls out quickly, flipping me over and yanking my hips up so that I’m on all fours. Then he grips me firmly and fucks me from behind. His thrusts are unrestrained, fierce. I push back against him, wanting everything he has to offer, wanting him to leave his mark. I call out his name, not caring the doors are open. I am so near to coming I can barely breathe, my internal muscles squeezing around him. Bryce sucks in a breath, bends forward and slides one hand up between my breasts, pulling me up back against him so that we’re both kneeling on the bed. His arm wraps horizontally across my chest, whilst his other hand finds my clit and presses against it gently. The effect is immediate. The orgasm that rips through us both is almost violent in its intensity. It leaves me a quivering mass offlesh.
“Holy shit, Louisa,” Bryce says, leaning his forehead against myshoulder.
We fall onto the bed, spent. Bryce rolls over to his side, pulling me with him, spooning me, his strong arms folding me back against his chest. He doesn’t pull out of me, we remain joined like this for a long time after both our hearts have finally settled to a more even rhythm. Just like Max and Hudson, this man is my safe haven. He is mine to love, just like I am his. In this moment, I am certain that nothing will ever breakus.