Page 107 of Our Darkest Summer

Her fingers slid down my spine, her nails igniting fire across my skin. I let myself sink into her warmth, into the softness of her body beneath mine. My hand drifted between us, my fingers tracing over the heat of her skin as I guided myself to her.

Then I paused—just for a moment—my body wound tight with restraint, every nerve on edge.

But I needed to see her.

I caught her gaze, and she tipped her head, her cheeks flushed.

“One down,” she breathed, and I swallowed, reveling in her beauty. “Three letters.” She drew small stars on my back. “Clue.” Her nails dug into my skin. “Yes.”

I brushed my thumb over her soft lips, then moved without breaking eye contact. Slowly, I sank into her, my breath catching in my chest. Her warmth made me dizzy. She cried out softly into my shoulder, stretching around me, taking me inch by inch.

“Kinsley,” I groaned, burying my face in the curve of her shoulder, breathing her in, like she was the only thing keeping me grounded. Her scent. Her warmth.Her.

Her head tipped back, her hair spilling across the mattress, her body arching beneath me.

“Fuck,” I exhaled, my forehead pressing against hers, my control fraying at the edges as I rocked into her, slow and deep, giving her time to adjust. “You’re unbelievable,” I whispered, my fingers tightening against her hips as she clenched around me, impossibly tight. “You’re mine, Sage. All mine. No one else gets you.” My lungs burned with each uneven breath as I rocked into her.

Her smile flickered.Such a tease.“I can be yours,” she breathed, voice thick with promise. “Canyou be mine?”

My body burned with the need to feel every part of her, to hear her gasp my name, to watch her shatter once more.

“Always.” I kissed her again, deeper this time, letting our tongues tangle as her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me down, anchoring me to her.

Home.

I moved in a slow, steady rhythm, wanting to feel every tremble of her body, every gasp, every soft, wrecked sound that slipped past her lips. And then I dove deeper, guided by the way she pulled me in, the way she wrapped around me like I belonged nowhere else.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she took me in fully. I looked down where we were joined and swore under my breath.

“Fuck.” My grip flexed on her waist, guiding her into each thrust. I wanted to burn this moment into my brain, to feel her like this forever. Flushed, trembling, completely mine. I cupped her face, our foreheads touching.

“You were made for me,” I breathed, my other hand gripping her waist, holding her close, guiding her movements in sync with mine.

“I was,” she panted. “I’m yours.”

And just like that, my world tilted. Her nails dug into my back, scraping lightly, sending sharp sparks through my skin.

She was fire.

She was everything I’d ever needed and never knew how to ask for.

And this—this wasn’t just about sex.

It wasmore.

A belonging so raw it pulsed through my bones.

I lifted her hips slightly, angling deeper, and her sharp gasp shot straight through me.

“God, Kinsley,” I rasped, my forehead pressing against hers. I started to lose control. I couldn’t. She arched beneath me once more, her breaths uneven.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed softly, and I couldn’t have if I tried.

I buried my face into her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her skin as I rocked into her. She tugged her fingers through my hair, and I groaned against her throat, the sound breaking from me unrestrained. Her body wrapped around me, pulling me deeper and keeping me there. I moved inside her, each thrust slow but deliberate, grinding against her in a way that made her whimper.

“Thomas,” she gasped, her voice raw, pleading. “Yes?—”

My hands roamed up her body, cupping her breasts, feeling the quick rise and fall of her chest. Her nipples pebbled under my touch, and I pinched one between my fingers before lowering my mouth to it. I sucked and licked it, my tongue swirling, teasing, until her moans turned into breathless, shaking cries.