release. Vibrations skitter across my arms until I’m a writhing mess. I’m lost to the sensation overtaking me. My body locks up with undulating seize, securing me in a temporary state of numbing elation. Fissures crack and expand until my joints are wracking from the voltage. The ripples of ecstasy rocket me higher than I’ve ever soared. My sole desire is completing this consummation. I’m quaking underneath him, barely registering that Halder has gone still above me. The noise that rips from him is guttural.
A torrential flood swallows my entire being until I’m drowning. The river of my love for this man flows deep and wide. There are no bounds or limits. As I topple over the ledge, with him leaping beside me, those stakes of commitment are proven unbreakable once again.
The peak of my climactic orgasm begins to wane, but the aftershocks remain. I’m caught in that lazy state of post orgasmic glow, the slow ripples a potent sedative. A loopy smile tilts my lips as I gaze over at the man responsible. He’s always right. A little snooze seems to be precisely what’s next on my agenda.
Survival tip #31: Redemption is found in many forms. Don’t assume the answers are handed over in a certain way.
A hum that can only be described as pure satisfaction trickles from Blakely’s lips. She’s rousing after another brief recharge. Not sure why she bothered vehemently denying their occurrence mere hours ago. That’s proof I’ve ravished her adequately. Watching her drift off feeds my possessive side, much like our days in the wild. Being able to defend and shelter this woman is a privilege. The fact she’s content while absorbing the comfort I provide inflates my butch ego to barbarian standards.
I recline further against the stack of pillows behind me. It’s my turn to release a muffled rumble. Blakely’s sweet flower scent is deeply embedded in my lungs. Soft tones of blue and green decorate her space. The neutral hues are a fitting pair for us, and I find my mood reflecting that appeal. We’re laying in the type of mutual silence that’s comfortable. This is exactly how I picture the rest of our life unfolding. That vision is a damn glorious sight. Our hunger is sated. Her satisfaction has been met. A muted thrum lowers to a simmer beneath my skin. The beast only she awakens is subdued for at least ten minutes.
Blakely traces circles across my chest in a pattern only she can see. The weight of her thoughts must become too much for her to carry alone. “Will you tell me about your parents?”
A cannonball drops in my gut at the mention of them. I glance from floor to ceiling and the painted walls sandwiched between, cataloging the soothing oasis of her bedroom. Introducing this topic into our space might pop the serenity. “What do you want to hear?”
“Don’t think I forgot your promise in the woods.”
I grunt at the reminder. “With a steel trap like yours? Never.”
Her fingertips trace the damage scarring my pecs. “Have you talked to them lately?”
“Just my mom. I called her after getting home.” Bitterness coats my tongue, stealing the sweetness of Blakely’s last kiss. When this conversation is over, I’ll need to bathe in her essence to wash away the foul taste.
“And?” Blakely taps on my collarbone, pulling me from thoughts of drowning between her thighs. Such a shame.
With a sigh, the slight heat that’d been pumping through my veins gets snuffed out. “She obliged me with a five minute conversation.”
She waits for me to share more. I’d prefer listening to her. My generosity doesn’t extend to this story. Her mouth wilts at the corners. “So, your relationship is strained?”
“It’s safe to say yes.”
She huffs, giving my nipple a tweak. “You’re very forthcoming.”
I shy away from another assault to the sensitive area. “This isn’t a subject I prefer to discuss.”
“But we’re supposed to be exposing all of our dirty secrets during the lulls, remember?”
I avert my gaze, focusing on an unremarkable spot in the tan carpet. “I wouldn’t classify my family history as interesting by any means. They’re not part of who I am in the present tense.”
“They’re your past, though. And hold a fairly large role, I’m sure.”
“Yeah, along with a slew of bad memories.” Similar to prison, but not nearly as dark or destructive.
“I’ll drop it.” The blanket shifts when she begins scooting away.
I reach out to lock her in place. “No, it’s fine. I might feel better unloading some of it.”
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