Page 81 of Saddle Storm

I groan in her heat, and we’re barely at the halfway point.

“More,” she breathes.

I rub her gently with my thumb as she writhes. “Take it slow,” I groan and it’s a reminder for both of us as I lift my hips only slightly.

She’s tight. Really tight. I feel myself filling and stretching her.

Lifting her hips, she inches off me only to come down harder with a moan. Moving her hips, finding her rhythm as she rides me.

“That’s my girl.” My right hand lifts to slide a lock of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Her body quivers.

“Fuck, Storm.” I refrain from telling her this was a mistake. Because now that I’ve been inside her, bare and fully buried, I never want to leave.

She clenches around me and fuck, I can’t wait to watch her ride the waves of her release against me. She’s already done it against my fingers, my mouth, and I already know I’m going to be addicted watching her ride me like a bull.

But she needs more. I need more. And the only way I want Storm coming over my cock is explosively hard.

There’s nothing gentle about the way I pinch one of her nipples and it makes her gasp, bringing her eyes to mine. I lift off the bed and suck the sore nipple into my mouth, licking tenderly. “Baby,” I grip her hips and lie back over the pillow. “I’m going to take over. I need to you to hold on.”

She sucks in a breath and nods, palms flat on my chest. I jerk my hips, making her take all of me with every thrust.

“Silas, God. Yes,” she pants, bouncing over me as she finds a new rhythm she learned she can take.

“Love how you take every inch of me, Bumble Bee.” I smooth the back of my hand against her jaw. “Tell me again how you wanted this to be the one night you let me fuck you like this.”

She groans, squeezing around me and I know she’s close. Fuck, I’ve been on the verge of coming all night with this woman.

A loud moan builds from her throat until she screams, shaking, convulsing around my cock. I don’t stop, I pump hard, thrusting deep, milking every last second of her orgasm while on the brink of my own.

I pump into her faster, harder, rubbing her with my injured hand while holding her steady with the other. “One more, baby,” I demand as I feel her coming.

“Silas,” she screams, head falling and fingers digging into my skin. I nearly lose control when she squeezes me. Gripping her hips, I slide out of her and flip her onto her back, then hover over her with one hand supporting me while the other pumps—it only takes one before I’m coming over her. Grunting, and breathing hard as I look at the sexy mess I’m making of her soft skin.

Storm licks her lips, her cheeks flushed. “Holy hell, hotshot.” She pulls me down beside her. Her hand gentle as she strokes her fingers along my bicep. “Do I even want to know what it’s like when you’re not hurting?”

I smirk. “Stop acting like I’ve got one foot out the door and maybe I’ll let you find out.” I wink and slide off the bed. “Don’t move. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Storm’s hair is wild around my chest and I want to keep her there for as long as I can. To fall asleep like this. To keep her safe.

I kiss the top of her head. She turns her head up. Her lip between her teeth in a smile.

“Don’t look at me like that, you’re too tired,” I murmur.

She hums and settles back over my chest, fitting like she was made for it. I let myself sink beneath her weight, knowing too much now. Knowing sleep will never come as easily again without her there.

There’s a gnawing pull on my chest when forever comes to mind. But it’s not for any doubt that I have.

It’s the inevitable ones I know she will. The trust I’ll need to earn back. And the decade of letdowns she won’t share, that I need to work out.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but when I wake, Storm isn’t in bed with me. Judging by the night’s sky and knowing we fell asleep shortly after sunset, I’d say it’s sometime after nine.

The bedroom door is open and I hear her in the kitchen, chopping and shuffling, a low hum of a vent hood.

I look for something to put on, but my clothes are likely still wet and scattered between the front door and the bathroom.

It’s a first for me—wearing a hotel-style bathrobe, but it’ll do until we’re back in her bed.