“Nobody else gets this,” he murmured as he kissed his way down my throat.
“Nobody,” I agreed, shaking my head as delirium began to settle into my bones. I felt grounded. Uninhibited.
Huck leaned back on his calves and removed his vest, and then to my surprise, his T-shirt. I was glad he’d done it when I was too relaxed to function because I didn’t think I’d be able to absorb the shock of what I was seeing in any other state. His chest was a work of art, a rippling sea of muscle and ink. But it was also deeply scarred; the word “demon” clearly etched across the skin, forever embedded into his heart. I sucked in a breath that felt like fire as my eyes moved over the history written on his skin. He was burned, cut, and riddled with too many marks to count. There was nothing I could do for them now, but I still reached up to touch him, my fingers sliding over his skin. His eyes fell shut, and he shuddered as he placed his hand over mine, holding it against him in a way I knew he’d never allowed before.
When he came back to me, his eyes were darker. Hungrier. And I felt that want reflected in my own as I unbuttoned my shorts. “Help me,” I pleaded.
He tugged them off for me, followed by my tank top, and then his own jeans and briefs. We were both stark naked when he lowered his body over mine, and for the first time, I felt what true intimacy was. His warm skin against mine. His scent all over me. His lips against my lips. We came together in a slow burn, desperate to destroy any distance between us.
Ace slipped his fingers between my thighs, groaning when he felt my sticky want for him. He retrieved the dwindling joint from the nightstand and inhaled, repeating the process of breathing his fire into my lungs. I inhaled him as deep as I could take him, until my chest felt like it might explode, and then I let go, watching the smoke slip between us. Satisfied, Ace snuffed out the blunt and tossed it aside as he rolled his hips against me.
I knew by the heaviness settling into my body that we were working against time. But I also knew I wouldn’t be satisfied until he collapsed beside me, exhausted and spent while his come dripped down my thighs.
“Huck.” I clung to his body, pulling him closer. “Don’t let me go.”
He didn’t deny me. His mouth worshipped mine as his cock nudged against me, and then he slowly pushed inside until he was as deep as my body could take him.
“Fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head as he arched back and began to move.
I echoed his sentiments as my body came alive for him. Time seemed to stretch on and on as we felt each other in this sacred space. My fingers floated over the infinite landscape of his war-torn flesh. Everything was more intense than I could have imagined it. Each stuttered breath I drew from his lips between kisses tasted like spun sugar and gossamer dreams. Our shadows danced across the room as the light faded between us. Every thrust of his hips pinned me to the bed, a cloud of softness beneath me. And suddenly, I was weightless, suspended in the moment as I dug my fingers into his biceps, my head lolling back against the pillow. This was my utopia, and in this paradise, I could only feel pleasure. Pleasure so intense it jackknifed through my body, splitting me in two as my orgasm came without warning. It was mind-altering, earth-shattering, and it stretched on for an infinite length of time that couldn’t be measured.
His cock pulsed inside me, throbbing with the life force of a man who’d embedded himself so deeply in my being that every barrier between us shattered. In the stillness, he pivoted his hips one last time, drawing his head back as the tension fled his body on a choked sigh. His come flooded my womb, warming me from the inside out, and he collapsed beside me, my leg still tossed over his hip, our gazes locked.
I couldn’t stop touching him. Breathing him in. I wanted to draw out this space in time, but I felt it slipping away. Sleep was coming for me, and somehow, I knew when I woke, I wouldn’t be the same again.
THE LAST GLIMMERS OF EVENING light faded into the shadows of the room, becoming one with darkness. Beside me, Birdie still clung to me, her breathing deep and even. I listened to every beat of her heart, an assurance that she was still here with me. We were both naked, wrapped up only in each other, and I was too relaxed to move.