Page 111 of Promise

He loves me. And I love him.

He lowers to his forearms, kissing me tenderly while he pulls back, dragging his heavy length to my entrance. Teasing me with release, before rushing inward again.

Like he shifts forward to pass in a race, then slips back, letting me lead.

Accelerate, then brake.

The tension is unnerving.

Eventually, we set a new rhythm. One familiar yet different than anything we’ve experienced before. Both of us are falling in line with a well-practiced dance that we haven’t done in years. A dance with new steps.

The rush of his hips. The response of my own.

His hands are in my hair, and I cling to his shoulder blades.

He slips lower to cup my shoulders, and I slide my hands to his firm backside.

His forehead rests against mine, and I close my eyes, breathing in this moment. Feeling how much he loves me. Sensing him holding back from saying the words. And yet, I don’t feel lacking.

He’s loving me as best he can.

I cannot ask for more.

“Trin,” he grunts, straining at the pace.

I languish in the moment, feeling incredible and relaxed, lulled by our movements. I’ve already orgasmed, and I want this moment for him. I want to feel what I do to him, deep inside me.

“Yes.” Take what you need. What you want.

I cling tighter as he moves faster.

He grabs one hip, glancing briefly between us.

“A perfect fit,” he mutters, hammering quicker. “Always so perfect.”

He’s a liar. We weren’t perfect. We were human. But he’s correct on one matter.

We have always fit together.

“So perfect,” I whisper

His head whips upright, his eyes the brightest I’ve ever seen them. Sunshine in the night. Full of hope and love . . . for me.

He moves even faster, digging his fingertips into my hip as he leads me to match his pace. I hook my leg over his hip, heel against his lower back, opening myself up for him.

“Trin.” He grunts when I grab his backside again, tugging him deeper.

He skyrockets from sweet to desperate, and then he grunts, “Forever.” He stills all but one part of him, which thunders inside me, filling me up like he used to do.

Dart falls over me, smothering me a second before spinning to his side, taking me with him.

“Holy shit, Trin.” He breathes heavily. “I’m seeing stars.”

I giggle at the break in tension. The tenderness that grew too intimate. I kiss his shoulder, and he grabs my hand, bringing it to his chest, where his heart races.

Then he moves my hand to his mouth, stamping a kiss into my palm, lingering there.

He has something to say, but he holds back, tucking the words away.