a kiss that’s soul-binding. It’s one of those kisses I’ll remember for the rest of my life. It’s passionate and perfect, erasing all lingering thoughts of Holly and our messed-up past. It’s just us. Here and now.
With a need like never before, I strip out of my clothes, and Endymion follows suit. His hands take their time as he explores every inch of my skin. The touch is heaven. It leaves a trail of fire across my flesh in its wake. His mouth is sucking and nipping at me like he’s starved. It’s as if some part of him can’t get enough of me—I know I can’t. We fall back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, and his strong, warm body settles between my legs.
My core throbs and clenches, painfully so, as he takes his cock, rubbing the swollen head against my drenched slit. I’m leaking for him. Every part of my body vibrates with need. Swirling his thumb through my slick core, End drags the moisture up to my clit and swirls it around the sensitive nub. He does it until I’m a writhing mess beneath him. He takes my legs and hikes them up on his shoulders. With slow, teasing motions, he dips the head of his cock in and out of my entrance. The sensation drives me wild—being penetrated but not feeling his full length inside me. The stretch of my lips around his head, but not feeling him against my walls.
When he finally slides his cock all the way into me, I have to bite the edge of the pillow next to my head to keep from waking Luna. Endymion curses as he bottoms out, and I feel like he’s gone further than my stomach. Maybe he’s touching my soul in this position, chipping away at it, so he can permanently etch himself there. He rotates between lazy, long strokes that curl my toes and short, fast thrusts that make my breasts shake and have my walls clenching around his thick length.
The sound of our slapping flesh fills the room, followed by our grunts and groans of pleasure. It’s so loud and incredibly erotic. End shifts, changing the angle of his thrusts, bending over me. I can feel his chest and stomach, all corded and tight, rub against my damp breasts. His stubbled jaw grazes my cheeks as he bends down, fucking into me. Making love to me.
The way his hips grind as he delivers short, deep jabs that I feel in the center of my being drive me wild. I can feel the stirrings of my orgasm build. That warmth swirls in my core, and when he hits that deep spot, everything inside me unravels, and I come around him. Deep contractions squeeze my core, and I gush. I feel my juices slipping out of me, sliding down the trembling curve of my backside.
Endymion doesn’t stop, though. His thumb works circles over my clit while he stares down at me with a fire in his eyes that sets my soul alight. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his strong jaw is clenched. He kisses me, taking my mouth sweetly as his hips work savagely. He keeps working my body, pounding into me, his chest heaving wildly over me.
When he breaks the kiss, I open my eyes and look into his intense gaze. It is equal parts love and desperation. It’s the way I’d always dreamed someone would look at me—not just someone, but this man. I wanted to be looked at like I was someone’s entire world and then some. I wanted to worshipped, loved on a level that was incomprehensible. That’s the way Endymion stares down at me.
“Christ, if only you can see how beautiful you are like this, Selene.”
“I love you.”
My words are his undoing. He grits his jaw, his eyes clenching shut, and he groans, spilling inside me. His hips jerk and twist in a final thrust as I wring him of every last drop. The kiss he presses to my lips is a sealed fate of sorts. It’s loaded with promises and tells the story of his love without words.
It sets my heart ablaze for this beautiful man.
One Month Later
At my father’s funeral, End holds my hand the entire time, his grip tight and secure. He’s the backbone Luna and I have needed over the past few days. Hell, the past month has been hard on everyone. Especially my mom. I’ve tried to be there as much as possible,