Page 102 of The Promise Of Rain

My body slowly came alive and pushed my panic back.

My neck arched and my eyes fluttered open to meet his.“Move,” I demanded.

With a small smile, he drew his hips back before plunging forward.

His smile faded, his face masked in harsh lines of concentration as he dragged his erection over the sweet spots embedded in my walls.

I was so close already, it wouldn’t take much to take me over.

He angled his hips lower, his pelvis brushing my clit with every deep thrust.

I gasped at the exquisite pleasure, my sensuality purring and stretching awake inside me.

My womb trembled deep inside me, begging to be filled.

Dipping his head, he took my mouth, his tongue delving inside, stroking mine, pushing me higher, and then he drew back and caught my gaze and searched my eyes.

His body shook as he held himself immobile over me.“I used to think I lost half my heart when I lost you, but I was wrong.”

Grief.

Sadness.

Regret.

And resolve.

I saw it all on his face, heard it in his voice.

Oh, God, it was too much!

My body shuddered on the edge of ecstasy leaving my heart and mind completely open to his words.

He pulled his hips back slowly and drove back in, the planes of his face harsh and unyielding.“You own my whole heart.”

I sobbed roughly, digging my fingers into the hard muscle of his biceps, meeting his fierce gaze.

He was so beautiful.

Everything I ever wanted.

The only man I’d ever loved.

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he pulled back once more.Tremors rocked him as he buried himself once more and gritted out, “You always have.”

My body pulsed around him, my hands dropping to his ribs and grasping tight as if I could stem the tide.

Dropping to one elbow, his other hand braced on my hip, he rolled his powerful hips.

Lost in pleasure, my body firing on all cylinders, my eyes fluttered shut.

He tucked his face into my neck, pressed his mouth to my throat, and cried out my name as he spilled inside me, his orgasm ripping through him like a storm, violently jerking his hips.

He loves me.

I threw my head back as pleasure like I’d never known whipped through me and took me apart.

Rolling his hips, he carried me through it.