A Stone in the Sea(43)

My entire body was alive with energy. With this energy, with whatever it was that connected me to this man, whatever it was that made me feel tied to him in an essential way, like nothing in heaven or hell could have stopped this moment from coming to pass.

Staring up at him, he stared down at me. Those eyes brimmed dark and bold. Because maybe we’d been purposed this way, that for tonight I got to touch on heaven before he left me in hell.

He pulled his fingers free, and I couldn’t help the cry of frustration that jetted from my mouth at the loss.

A smirk that was pure sex kicked up at the corner of his mouth, his jaw tight with his own anticipation. My legs were shaking, the knot in my throat growing thicker by the second as he grabbed his cock at the base and rolled the condom down his shaft that was every bit as impressive as the rest of him.

Tremors rolled through my limbs. I searched for a breath as he climbed back over me, hands planted on either side of my head. Hovering. Nose to nose. And I could hear the chaotic jaunt of his heart, the pound, pound, pound as he drew closer.

I braced myself on his shoulders, fingers digging in, trying to find purchase on this man I wasn’t sure I knew how to reach.

He nudged the thick head of his penis into my opening, just an inch, his breaths going ragged with restraint as his eyes sought mine. “You ready?”

Another threat.

“Yes.” The word cracked and I held on.

He filled me with one solid thrust.

I cried out and my legs shook against the outside of his strong thighs. I squirmed and panted, my body struggling to adjust to his size, as he pulled all the way out then plunged back in to the hilt.

A shattered breath.

His name.

Sebastian

Sebastian.

Sebastian.

“Shea,” he murmured back. “Feel so good. God, you feel so good.”

He picked up a grueling rhythm, like he needed to catch up to the pounding of my hammering heart. His hips slammed into mine.

Again and again.

He wasn’t gentle.

Not that I’d expected him to be.

He fucked me. Fucked me and fucked me until we were both drenched with sweat and I was climbing swiftly toward that ledge, sparks of pleasure lighting up, shimmering at the edges of my sight.

The corded muscles on his back twisted in rigid bows as he worked over me, skin bunching beneath my hands as I fought to touch him everywhere. The harsh line of his jaw. Collarbone. The perfect curve of his ass. Skimming back up his sides.

Memorizing.

He dropped to his elbows, holding my head in his hands, fingers twisted up in my hair. Something like anguish passed through his expression, and he forced me to look at him, like he wanted to communicate the words he didn’t have the power to say.

Like I could ever look away.

Because I knew.

I knew. I knew. I knew.

He felt it too.

I felt him slipping in, burrowing beneath my skin, sinking into my spirit.

And I couldn’t block it or shield it. He was already there.

Energy spiked, tingling in those pleasured places. My clit burned with the threat of bliss and my walls tightened around the full intrusion of him.

“Sebastian,” I rasped, pushed right up to the edge.

A precipice.

His mouth came to my ear. “Do you see me?”

Yes. Maybe not all of him. But every piece that was important.

And I fell.

Plunged into his abyss.

Heart first.

Through waves of ecstasy. Deeper. Deeper. To where I touched a sea of stars that blinded my eyes, where I floated in that place that belonged only to us, a place that didn’t belong to this world. Where darkness and light reigned and wrong or right had no bearing.

A brutal ecstasy.

I never wanted it to end.

Dropping his forehead to mine, he picked up his pace, hips snapping as his movements became frenzied and uncontrolled.

That intensity billowed between us, wrapping us up, making us one. And I knew he was caught in it too. He pressed his chest to mine, and I could feel the crash of his erratic heart.

He burrowed his face in my neck. “Never,” he whispered in what sounded like confusion. On a strangled grunt, he clutched me by the shoulders as he took me whole, the most connected we’d been yet, his body going rigid as he jerked and shook.

Gulping for air, he collapsed on me.

We lay there for the longest time. I didn’t think either of us wanted to move. The urge to weep pricked behind my eyes when he finally peeled himself from me and rolled off the edge of the bed.

I tugged the sheet straight up my middle, my legs exposed on both sides, covering up all the important parts. Like he hadn’t just ravaged the entirety of them.

My gaze trailed him as he walked to the adjoining bathroom. He didn’t bother to shut the door. He stood facing away, all the sublime, imposing curves of his back and bare ass striking up in a golden glow beneath the lights blazing in the bathroom as he dealt with the condom.