“You are the most courageous person I know. So goddamn gorgeous. Inside and out. Wanna get lost, Precious. Give you everything you deserve.” He rumbled the words in a maddening puzzle across my trembling belly.
“Royce, I need you.”
He lifted his head. The man so beautiful my lungs faltered at the sight.
Every time.
But this time . . . this time he was mine.
He edged back off the bed and shucked the jeans from his hips, pushing them down his muscular legs and stepping out of them.
He stood at the side of the bed, completely naked, him looking at me, me looking at him.
Two of us devouring the other with our eyes.
My mouth watered and my throat went dry.
The man was covered in a canvas of ink, his skin swelling in spots from the battle he’d fought.
The man standing for me.
And I knew right then that I would always stand for him.
My gaze traced over chiseled muscle and sinister innuendo, the man a song written of scars and tragedy.
I was so ready for him to let me see. To let me bear some of what he held.
His thick penis bobbed against his stomach, hard and engorged, dripping from the tip. I scooted up my bed, planting my feet on the mattress and spreading my knees, asking for what I wanted.
Him.
All of him.
Everything.
A growl echoed through my room. Bouncing from the walls. Amplifying the feeling.
“You have any idea how sexy you are? Voice the sweetest sound and body the greatest temptation?” he grated.
“Funny, how I could say the exact same thing about you. But how is it temptation when two souls belong?”
I swore, there was a low hum in the room. A call. A rhythm that sped out of time.
“Do you hear that, Royce? Do you hear me calling for you? I think I have been my whole life.”
He climbed onto the bed and crawled over me. My breaths came shorter and shorter as he nestled his body between my thighs, hands planted on either side of my head to hold himself up.
“Your voice is the only song I hear.” He leaned down and plucked my earlobe between his teeth before he whispered at the flesh, “Soulshine.”
My spirit shivered.
He kept me pinned with those eyes as he reached down, guiding himself, the blunt head of him pressing at my center.
A breathless whimper left my lips. A breath that Royce swallowed as he filled me in a quick, possessive thrust. Sensation blistered, the man so big, stretching me wide and filling me full.
I could barely breathe, my breath gone and my heart lost.
“Fuck . . . you are perfect. So perfect,” he grated through the softest kiss, the man always an enigma, dark and light, tender and raw.
He searched for his own air, only finding me.
My fingers sank into his shoulders, holding on tight as he began to move. Hard and deep and a little rough.
Just like I knew he would be.
Bliss. Bliss. Bliss.
Every second.
Every touch and nip of teeth. Every stroke and kiss.
This man who consumed me whole, took me prisoner, freed my soul.
I knew it as he watched down over me, his cock driving us both into madness, his eyes on me as our ragged pants filled the heated space between us.
I’d never felt so alive.
So right or whole.
He reached up and gripped the headboard as his pace increased, hips slapping as he took me hard, the other hand winding down to stroke me into oblivion.
Nothing left but this.
This moment.
Him and me. Me and him.
That moment when you felt something searing together.
A fusion.
Forged by fire.
Melted liquid that washed and spun and blended until it solidified into a different shape.
Something better than it’d been.
Us.
His lips parted and his fingers strummed and his hips slammed.
I felt him like a landslide. The sweeping of every cell. A gathering that shattered until I knew nothing but the pleasure I’d only found in this man.
An orgasm ripped through my body. My head rocked back, ecstasy a desperate moan that bled up my throat, every nerve ending alive, shivering with a pleasure so intense we’d gone off the Richter scale.
“Shh,” he murmured, kissing the sound away, muffling it as I moaned and writhed and floated away into some faraway place that only existed to us.
“I’ve got you, Em. I’ve got you,” he mumbled through his kiss. “I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you go.”
My body tremored and my walls clutched, and Royce was trying to subdue a groan as he drove faster. His thrusts became erratic and fierce, so deep and desperate that they sent pleasure rebounding for a second time.
His hips jerked and snapped, and he clutched me like a lifeline. I felt the two of us falling.
The air whipping around us as we tumbled to a sacred place.
The man clinging to me as we plunged into the nothingness. Sped through the darkness.