Take (Need #2)(70)

Then I feel her tears wetting my shoulder.

My chest on fire, I drop my head on her shoulder, hugging her as tight as I can while I continue to rock into her. Deep strokes, staying as close to her as I can. So strong, like I’m trying to f*ck my essence into her.

I would if I could, just so I could make her see that the only thing I want is her. That the thing I care the most about in the entire past, present, and future of my being is her. That I can’t exist without her.

She is my reason for living.

She is my heart, my soul.

My chest is so damn tight from everything, I can hardly stand myself with how much I need her.

“Please tell me you love me,” I whisper into her ear. “One day. That’s all I need.”

Kira sobs harder. Her arms and legs lock around me, and we’re nothing but a mass of human need and emotion rocking together. She won’t answer me, and her cries are breaking me apart.

But she won’t let me go. She’s holding me just as I’m holding her—like she’ll fall apart if I let her go.

“I’ll wait forever, Kira. Just keep giving me this. Don’t stop. We can’t live without this, without each other. Don’t take this from me. At least let me feel this.”

She’s shaking in my arms, but I’m to the point I don’t know what from—the physical or the emotional.

“Don’t stop,” she says against my skin, her words almost breaking.

I’m not sure what she means, but I pull out just a little bit farther to rotate my hips more.

“I won’t ever stop. I’ll always love you, want you, f*ck you until you can’t stand coming anymore.”

Her body tenses and she begins whispering my name over and over, making my balls draw up tight.

“Fuck, Kira. The way you react when I tell you . . . you can lie to me. It’s okay. Your body tells me every truth I need to know.”

A soft growl echoes in her throat and she bites down into my shoulder, as if trying to break through the skin. “Just shut up and f*ck me, damn you.”

Chuckling, I thrust just a little bit faster, giving her a taste. “This isn’t f*cking, baby. No matter how dirty or raw it gets. I’m making love to you. Because you’re my girl.”

Her * trembles, tightening more.

Another sob.

A frustrated moan.

Her nipples are so hard they rub against my chest with each thrust. Goose bumps break out all over her arms.

Yeah, she’s my girl. She’s not ready to admit it yet, but her body and soul know what her mind won’t admit.

Sobs make her shake in my arms, but there aren’t tears with these ones. It’s raw, dry emotion, like there’s no more tears for her to give but her body isn’t done purging itself. She’s on edge, so close to falling. To coming. To accepting all that I know and feel to be truth.

“Let go, baby,” I whisper. It’s taking everything in me to hold back from coming right now. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

Her back arches violently, body locking up. Her head punches back into the pillow, exposing that gorgeous neck. Plump lips part on a silent scream.

Holy f*ck, I can’t get used to this. Can’t believe how beautiful she is.

“That’s it, baby. Right there. Come all over my cock. Suck it dry.”

“Brayden,” she whispers brokenly, tensing, tensing . . .

Her walls collapse around me almost painfully, pulling me in. The pressure is so intense that I feel the first burst of come being forced from me. An almost involuntary orgasmic pulse. Agonizing and mind-wiping ecstasy that pumps up my shaft, pouring deep into her.

Left without words, without thought as my body jerks on top of her in an intense pleasure I’ve never known before.

Her nails claw down my back, and I feel them cutting through skin.

Her teeth bite deeper.

I bite into her shoulder without thinking, f*cking her, pushing her into the bed with my weight, pumping all the come into her I can.

Her nails dig into my ass, forcing me to keep going, taking more from me than I can bear to give.

My back arches, one final explosions of sensation shooting from my cock and arcing up my spine.

Spent.

Emotionally.

Physically.

We’re nothing but a heap of bodies mashed together. Hard breaths in sync as we come down.

Her * still pulses around me in sporadic jumps.

She says nothing.

Neither do I.

This silence between us, where there is nothing but our mixed breaths and the beats of our hearts, surrounds me. It becomes all I know, feel.

I’d give anything to hear the words from her, but right now she doesn’t have to say them.

I live to tell her how much I love her, but that isn’t necessary in this moment either.

Peace.

Finally, for the first time in f*cking forever, I feel a sense of peace between us.

That connection thrums through her body and into mine, binding us.

Kira shifts under me, snuggling closer, arms tightening around me.

I refuse to move, even though I know I must be suffocating her.

We just lay here, intertwined, our breaths slowing.

I don’t know how much time passes. It could be minutes, hours, or just a few simple seconds, but it’s heaven. A tiny sigh as she nuzzles into me almost breaks me with relief.