Page 108 of Another Damned Storm

Now, months after making one of the hardest—and easiest—decisions of my life, he still hadn’t regained his taste for edging me. Maybe he never would. We were both different now, in a lot of ways.

Instead of taking that rollercoaster car to the top of the peak and inching it back down, he greedily pushed me over the tipping point. But the man was still insatiable as ever, and he never stopped with just one. He would do it again and again, until I was a boneless puddle of bliss that had nothing left to give.

Then he would do it one more time.

By the time he climbed up my body—his eyes and energy demanding more—every muscle in my body was trembling.

“I don’t know if I can,” I breathed.

His answering smirk made my heart hiccup in my chest. “Was that a challenge?”

He didn’t wait for an answer before grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the bed with one hand. The stretch when he lined himself up and pressed into me made my breath catch.

Had he always felt this damned good?

He slid his deliciously hard cock back and repeated the slow slide, pulling a mewl out of me. “What were you saying?”

I closed my eyes and rocked my head back and forth because I couldn’t remember. All I knew for sure was that I wanted more of that stretch and more of that pressure.

Maybe it was his size or his shape or the angle, or maybe it was pure fucking magic, but he always managed to hit a spot inside me that set my blood on fire and made the tips of my toes and fingers tingle wildly.

“One more, love,” he said, his breath hot against my neck as he ground into me again.

That was another thing I never got quite right in my fantasies, the way his body felt when he was on top of me, skin on skin, with his weight pressing me into the mattress.

It was nothing short of heaven.

Anticipation rolled through our link telling me he was close, but damn him, I was closer. Another deep grind and I arched into him with a moan that I felt in every cell of my being.

It wasn’t earth-shattering. There was no explosion of pleasure.

The orgasm that overtook me was a slow wave that picked me up and made me forget gravity existed.

It was sinking into a hot bath at the end of a long day.

It was knowing, in my heart, that spending the rest of eternity in this realm with my pirate was the right choice.

It was coming home.