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She didn’t let up, dragging her mouth down his neck, biting him just hard enough to make his knees threaten to give, his body begging to be inside her.
But she wasn’t done. Their eyes locked. “Grace,” he whispered, like it meant more than just her name.
This woman had cracked open something inside him, something raw and real and terrifying. He didn’t just want her body. He wanted her trust. Her breath. Her mind. Her scars. Everything.
He hissed, his grip tightening on her hands as she took him all the way in. She cupped his balls in one hand, squeezed just enough to make him hiss, then stroked his length with the other, slow and deliberate. “You're shaking,” she whispered against his throat.
With a rough groan, he pinned her to the wall, one hand tangled in her hair, the other dragging down her thigh as he hooked her leg around his hip.
“I’m going to fuck you like this for a lifetime,” he rasped. He needed to get inside of her, now, and it was that urgent, desperate thought that drove him to widen his stance, nudging her legs further apart, spreading her open for his taking as he swept his hand down her smooth, supple thigh. His thumb grazed the smoothness of her shaved groin, slid along wet folds of her sex, and dipped into the moist, giving entrance of her body.
She sucked in a sharp gasp as his fingers filled her, moaned loud and low when his thumb rubbed against her clit. He was satisfied to discover that she was still incredibly wet and aroused.
Unable to wait a moment longer to fuck her, he glided his cock along her sex as he pinned her with a long, unraveling, growling groan. Their eyes met and held, hers filled with dark desire, and he watched as she gasped and arched into him when he abruptly thrust into her, tight and aching, pulsing around him, a seemingly endless journey as he drove himself to the hilt. She was snug around him, like liquid satin gripping his shaft, and it was an intensely erotic sensation that made his head spin.
Her bare breasts were crushed against his chest, her leg curled around his hip, and the urge to possess her in the most elemental way possible overwhelmed him. Tangling his fingers in Grace’s soft, wild red hair, he cupped her jaw in his hand and slanted his mouth across hers in a hot, deep, tongue-tangling kiss.
She cried out, head falling back against the wall, her hips moving against his as lost as he was. “So tight, so hot, you grip me like you were made for me, you fucking gorgeous hellion.”
He ground into her, fucking her deep and slow, his thumb finding her clit again while his other hand held her jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“I was made for you, you beautiful, sexy bastard. So hard, so thick. The way you take me only makes me need you more…harder, Nash, harder, more.” She was breathless and demanding. Her mouth parted on a moan, her body trembling again. “I want to watch you come for me,” she said, low and raw.
“You first, then me…last.” He kept going, fucking her into the wall, fingers working her clit until she gasped, broke, shattered for him all over again, tightening around his cock like a vice.
“La tawaqqaf...a?tajak. Kullak,” she whispered.Don’t stop. I need you. All of you.
The world could end, and he would keep going. He captured her mouth, his dick throbbing with mind-bending pleasure, all through his body, his balls, the tip of his nipples, his aching mouth.
Her hands slid to his shoulders, and her fingers dug into his muscles as he surged into her, again and again, tearing a moan from the back of her throat. His strokes became faster, longer, ruthlessly demanding, and a whole lot primal. With each thrust, he felt himself grow harder, thicker, until devotion and passion collided into white-hot heat and an all-consuming pleasure that threatened to engulf him. Lost in the rush of sensation, lost in her, he wrenched his mouth from hers, tossed his head back in pure ecstasy, and arched into her one last time, high and hard and infinitely deep. Her mouth parted, a soft sound escaping as she rocked her hips, adjusting, claiming, driving him mad. They were unraveling for each other.
A guttural growl tore from his chest, and his entire body shuddered as he came, harder and stronger than he could ever remember. His scorching release seemed to go on and on, wringing him dry and leaving him weak and spent. “Grace,” he groaned. “Grace…Grace… Grace.” His hips jerked, his body shook in complete and utter devastation and satisfaction as he emptied into her, his head dropping to her shoulder. They stayed like that. Breathless. Clinging. Trusting Grace had been the beginning of his salvation.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t move.
He just held her, still buried inside her, skin damp, breathing unsteady, wondering what the hell had just happened. His world had gone quiet. No ghosts. No echoes. Just the sound of her breathing, the shape of her heartbeat pressed to his chest. For the first time in what felt like years, he wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop. He’d already landed. Right here with her.
She’d shattered him, then rebuilt him from the inside out. She’d given him back the parts of himself he thought were gone forever. His honor. His memories. The ghosts of his brothers, no longer lost to silence, but alive again in his heart where they belonged. Where they’d always belong.
Grace…God, Grace had wavered once, under the sheer weight of him, terrifying him, torturing him, and then giving him the gift of herself. He hadn’t known his own strength back then. Hadn’t realized how much he took up space, how much presence he carried. She could’ve walked away. Would’ve been justified. But she didn’t. She stayed. She’d pushed through every wall, his and hers, with that mind of hers. That genius. That quiet, relentless brilliance that didn’t justdecodesystems, it rewired them. Reclaimed them.
She’d reclaimedhim.
Not the man the military made, or the shadow he’d become after. She remade him into someone he not only recognized butneededto be. Right now, with her wrapped around him, heart thundering against his, soul branded by her mouth and her mercy, he knew the truth. He was hers. Not just in body. But in blood, memory, and every beat of the life he’d almost stopped fighting for.
He didn’t know how long they stood there, breathless and broken open, still locked together in sweat and soul. But he knew one thing, he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go. Not now. Not ever.
He moved, bent down, gathered that body and powerful mind into his arms, cradled her like something precious and commanding. He walked on weak legs to his bed, wanting her in it, wanting her scent to overwhelm him every time he moved, turned in his sleep, woke to her, devoured her, breathed her in. He dropped with her down to the mattress, displacing pillows. He pulled her against him, to his side where she nestled against him with a satisfied groan.
“I’m going to need a moment,” she whispered. “You are a force of freaking nature with the skills of a master, Nash. I love you so fucking much. I need you in my life, every second of it.”
“Good, because you’re not leaving me again, babe,” he whispered into her hair, voice rough with everything he couldn’t put into words.
Grace nuzzled closer, her breath warm against his throat. “Not so fast. I do have some concessions,” she murmured. “Do I get a drawer in this place?” She paused dramatically. “The dealbreaker… do you have fiber?”
Nash huffed out a laugh, chest rumbling beneath her. “Christ, woman.”