Page 137 of Depths of Destruction

"He'll never hurt you again. I'll make sure of it."

"No. Not of that."

Andre tucks my hair behind my ear. "What, then?"

"Am I ever going to feel like myself again? I... I want to go back to normal."

"You have to give it time. It hasn't been that long."

Crickets chirping and the crash of waves against the shoreline fills the silence.

I grip the sides of Andre's head and slowly move toward his face. When my lips merge with his, he parts them slower than normal. His tongue slides against mine gently, instead of the needy, urgent manner he typically kisses me with.

A slow burn of fire ignites in my core. But it's not enough. I want to feel us.

"Kiss me like I'm your everything," I murmur.

"You are my everything."

"Make me feel it how you always do."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Stop worrying. You won't." I circle my hips on him.

His chest rises and falls faster, and his body hardens.

"Want me," I mumble to him and stick my tongue deeper into his mouth.

He groans and grabs my hips. "I always want you. I always will."

"Show me. I need you to show me."

All I have to do is ask. His tongue explores my mouth with a fury before he fists the silk of my nightgown and pulls it over my head. He slides his hand in my hair and tugs my head back. His lips trail my neck and spark the flutters in my belly that no man has ever awakened.

My hot sex pulses. I raise my lower body to take him in me, but he shoves his arms between my thighs and slides under my legs so I'm sitting on his face.

He grasps my ass cheeks with his palms. The divinity of his tongue and lips play with every part of my pussy, flicking and sucking so fast, I climax almost instantly.

"Oh God!" I cry out.

He grasps me tighter, pulls me closer into his face, and creates a domino effect of orgasms within me. Every time I cry out and hit another high, he groans, as if he's a wild animal in heat, digging his fingertips deeper into my ass cheeks.

When I'm limp and exhausted, he scoots up and slides me onto his erection, grunting as he fills me.

He wipes his mouth on his shoulder and frantically sticks his tongue in my mouth. Clutching me, he controls the speed of my hips into his thrusts.

"Andre...oh..." I call out.

"Don't ever doubt my need for you, Naomi," he growls.

The sliding of my flesh against his makes everything feel right again, even if just for this moment. I get closer to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my fingers into his muscles.

"Hold me."

"Your back—"

"Hold me," I demand. "Please."