The Bond (Unbroken Raine Falling 4)

Kissing her senseless, he pulled her to the mattress with him. She was shaking, and he brushed the hair from her face with the softest caress, then kissed her again, savoring the slickness of her lips and tongue. He couldn’t seem to get his fill of her. Dragging his mouth over her jaw, he inched lower, nipping and laving the sensitive flesh beneath her ear.

She wrapped her arms around him and dug her fingers into his flesh, her nails little pinpricks in his back. He shivered and his cock jerked. He wanted to spread her wet folds and drive himself inside her. Instead, he swept his tongue lower still and captured a sweet, ripe nipple between his lips. On a blissful sigh, she lifted her shoulders from the mattress, offering herself to him. Hammer took his time, languidly bathing both breasts in liquid heat until Raine whimpered, writhed, and moaned.

The air around them thickened. Heat and demand grew urgent.

Still, Hammer had no intention of rushing these tender moments. Raine was too special, too rare, too important. Her mewls and pleas set him on fire, but it was a different kind of flame than he’d ever felt. Hammer wondered how he’d gone through life without ever knowing this mind-altering ebb and flow of unbridled passion. Until now, he hadn’t understood that with someone he loved, he could give her his power and she’d surrender everything back to him tenfold.

When he lifted his head, he saw her face glowing with love—pure, raw, and true. His heart clutched. His body trembled. “I could stay here, lost inside your eyes until the end of time.”

“Do it,” she moaned. “Stay with me. Forever. Please.”

He never made promises he couldn’t keep. He wasn’t going to start now. He loved her too much to lie.

Macen swallowed back the pain rising inside and kissed her softly. “I’ll stay with you as long as our forever lasts, precious. You have my word.”

“Our forever will never be long enough.”

He nodded and pressed his forehead to hers. “Then we’ll make every fucking second count.”

Raising his head, he shifted his weight. Supporting himself above her with one hand, he reached between them and gripped his ready cock. In silent entreaty, Raine parted her legs.

Open.

Inviting.

Unprotected, she exposed her whole heart and soul to him.

As he stared down at her, she looked like every man’s fantasy. She’d always been his.

Raine was the most beloved gift life had ever given him. She was perfect. From the inky hair spilling over his white pillow to her delicate pink-painted toes, and every sassy, strong-willed, tender-hearted part in-between.

Everything about her took his breath away, always had…always would.

With his gaze locked on hers, Hammer sucked in a shuddering breath. “Forever, precious.”

“Forever.” Two fat tears slid from her eyes.

A bittersweet smile tugged the corners of his lips as he aligned his crest and slowly pushed past her wet folds. Inching himself into her swollen core was as close to heaven as he would ever get.

Gazing into her tear-filled eyes, Hammer worked himself in, little by little, as Raine clutched him to her tightly. She clung as if she’d never let go. Hopefully, neither of them would ever have to.

Hammer seated himself inside her. Raine’s breasts rose and fell as her smooth walls enclosed him in her heat, her very being. He withdrew from inside her with the same painstakingly slow rhythm, watching her lips part and sensation play across her face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Hammer wanted to weep.

“You make me feel beautiful. Alive and loved. Oh, Macen…” Raine breathed as she wrapped her arms around him.

Hammer buried his face in her neck. With both hands, he gripped her petite curves and settled her onto his thighs, driving himself deeper inside her. He gently gripped her waist, then slowly eased her up and down his shaft. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him, melting her mouth against his.

Encased in their own self-made bubble of perfection, their whimpers and groans filled the air in a song of passion. Their tongues entwined and their bodies swayed—the physical poetry of their love. Slowly, sensually they ascended to the stars, disintegrating and fragmenting into brilliant bursts of raw, erotic beauty.

Boneless, spent, and thoroughly sated, they remained coupled together. He held her in his arms as aftershocks rippled through them. Hammer vowed that he would spend the next forty-two days loving and caring for her, mark himself indelibly inside her to keep his memory burning within her like a flame.

It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough—for either of them.

Hammer stifled his anguish, closed his eyes, and pulled Raine in even closer. As he combed his fingers through her hair, she drifted off to sleep. As he listened to the rhythmic sound of her breathing, he savored the softness of her skin, the feel of her warm, lush body against his, the combined scents of their lovemaking.