He lost himself for a little while, shattering her twice more so that she clamped down on him, trying to take him with her. Each time, before she went over, he commanded her to go. Whispering his demand. Holding her gaze captive, wanting her to respond to his voice. Her pleas grew louder, her breath hitching in her throat, her eyes wide with shock. He kept going. He needed to stay there, buried in her, allowing her to take it all away, every horrible moment of his life, and fill it with her. Streaks of fire rushed from his cock to spread throughout his groin and belly, down to his thighs, up to his chest. Consuming him. Giving him new life. Melting the ice inside of him until there was only Evangeline and their bodies coming together in a wild frenzy.

Lust was sharp. Love was terrible. Passion was bliss. He lost himself in that paradise, in the knowledge that she belonged to him. That she gave him that gift. Her body. Her trust that he’d take the greatest care of her and give her everything. He poured himself into her—wanted to drive so deep he branded her inside with him—where she’d feel him every moment of the day. Where she’d crave him when he wasn’t inside her.

Her nails bit into his arms, and he let his gaze move over her face. Seeing her. Knowing he’d driven her up as high as she could go right then. Pushed past her comfort zone. He tightened his hold, moving her body so that he hit her most sensitive spot with every stroke, so that his shaft blazed directly over her clit, the friction wild and perfect.

“Again. Now, Evangeline. Give me you. All of you. Right now.”

She let go. Surrendered to him completely. Her body clamped down on his like a vicious vise. The scorching heat surrounding him. The silken fist gripping and milking him. There was no way to hold on and he growled out her name hoarsely, his seed boiling up and rocketing into her, jet after jet, filling her body with him. His. All his.

He collapsed over top of her, his body still pumping hard, and then slowing to an easier glide. It felt so good. Him. Her. The mixture of the two of them. He buried his face in her neck, his lips on her skin. Inhaling her. Inhaling them. He’d never thought he could be happy. He didn’t know what that was. He hadn’t experienced it. Never happiness or joy yet now, he recognized both emotions for what they were. Both were simply Evangeline.