No more emptiness. No more fear. No more need.
Everything was full. My body, my heart, my spirit.
Everything.
He touched a part of me so fathomless that I knew I’d never be lost again as long as this man was in my life. Perhaps I’d never need that blade again.
I lifted my hips to meet every precious thrust. And I rose, slowly, each tug on my clit emanating out to the farthest reaches of my body…until it all snapped into one ferocious climax that burst inside me like a thousand twinkling diamonds.
That feeling, that feeling of being one with the man I loved and one with the universe at the exact same time…
“Bryce!” I cried out. “I love you so much, Bryce.”
He plunged into me again and again, panting, gasping. “I”—thrust—“love”—thrust—“you”—thrust—“too!”
And he tunn
eled so far into me that my climax began again as he released.
We soared together for timeless moments until we both lay panting in each other’s arms, recovering from our orgasms.
He rolled off me and sighed heavily. “I can’t lose you, Marjorie. I can’t ever lose you.”
I snuggled into his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’ve never been so scared in my life. When you disappeared…”
“Shh. I’m okay. They didn’t hurt me.”
He tensed beneath me. “I’ll kill anyone who hurts you. I swear it.”
His words both warmed me and sent a chill through me.
“You’ll never have to,” I said, hoping the words were true.
Then I breathed in his spicy warm scent—the scent that gave me comfort above all else—and closed my eyes.
I awoke to the sun’s rays streaming into the bedroom.
“Bryce?”
He was gone.
I reached for the clock on the nightstand. “Noon!”
I scrambled out of bed and grabbed the closest thing I could find. Bryce’s shirt he’d been wearing the night before.
“Bryce?” I walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen. “Bryce!”
“In the office,” came his voice.
I hurried toward the extra bedroom he’d put into use for a home office. He sat at the makeshift desk, his laptop open.
“It’s noon,” I said.
“Yeah, it is.”
“You were supposed to wake me. We were going to the hospital.”