We move closer.

Even closer.

So damn close.

“Luke!” she cries out as she comes. She stills as her head pushes back against the pillow and her back arches up off the bed.

I watch as she completely abandons herself to the orgasm. It’s a fucking beautiful sight. But as much as I want to slow myself right down to focus all my attention on every intricate detail of her surrender, I can’t. I keep pumping in and out of her, chasing my own release.

When it hits a few moments later, the pleasure is so fucking intense and unlike any orgasm I’ve ever had. It’s so much more—powerful and all-consuming.

I lose myself.

Everything is left behind.

All the pain.

The hopelessness.

Every ounce of desperation.

Gone.

In this moment, everything burns brightly.

It’s a frenzy of light and ecstasy and hope.

So much hope.

As I move through it, all I see is Callie. And when I finally open my eyes, I find her staring up at me, those beautiful eyes completely focused on mine.

Her hands ghost along my skin to bring her fingers to my hair. As they tangle there, she whispers, “That was amazing.”

I drop a kiss on her lips and say, “You’re amazing.”

Silence surrounds us for the next few minutes while we simply watch each other. I commit her face to memory—every freckle, every line, every contour.

Finally, I loosen my hold on her and pull out. Pushing up off the bed, I say, “Don’t move. I’ll be back.”

I head into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I return, her eyes are closed. I slow my movements so I can take the time to appreciate her beauty. Our future stretches ahead of us. We have years to explore each other’s body, thoughts, feelings, hopes, dreams, faults and everything else that makes us who we each are. I realise that I’m an impatient bastard when it comes to Callie.

I want all of her now.

I want to know it all right now.

I don’t want to take my time anymore.

Her eyes blink open, and she hits me with a lazy smile. Beckoning me, she says, “Come here.”

When she has me next to her, on my side, she rolls and drapes a leg over my hip. Her hand traces patterns along the dip of my waist. “You are sexy as hell, Luke Hardy.”

“Not as sexy as you. Especially when you’ve got that black shit on your face and cling wrap in your hair.”

She pokes her tongue at me. “I might start wearing that black shit every day if you think it’s that sexy.”

I smirk. “Knock yourself out. I’m man enough to take one for the team every day and remove it.”

She wiggles so that her body is hard up against mine. Fuck, I could get used to this.

Tags: Nina Levine Elixir Romance
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