We moved at the same time, our mouths colliding, and I was a goner. His tongue found mine, rubbing, possessing, aggressive yet gentle as his hands parted my legs and his body settled in.

With the first glide of his cock against my pussy, he didn’t thrust. Instead, he tempted my flesh open and gave me the tip.

Embers of pleasure burst in my belly, igniting a sonic blast of sparkles that spread through my system. I gasped into his kiss.

“I love you,” he rasped.

My insides turned to butter. “I love you, too.”

He braced his arms over my head, our lips touching and breaths coming in spurts. We shared air. Intense eye contact. Thundering heartbeats.

I was soaking wet for him. So wet there was no resistance as he impaled my body, achingly slow and deep. He wasn’t a small man, not anywhere, and his girth filled me to capacity.

“Fuck.” He buried his face in my neck. “Goddamn, you feel good.”

He licked and kissed his way back to my mouth. And the passion in his eyes as he watched me? The pure, unadulterated love shining there? It was more intoxicating than the alcohol coursing through my veins.

I was drunk on him, on the way he moved his hips, stroking in and out. Surrounded by solid muscle, his weight, his heat, his hunger—I felt all of him as he sank to the root, taking all of me. I’d already given him my heart. He could have the rest. I was his, my attachment to him eternal.

We were locked together, head to toe, but it was his gaze that held me the closest. With every thrust, those lust-stained eyes never strayed. I loved the way he watched me, like a man before the altar, paying homage to his salvation.

He gave me faith. Not faith in his god but in him. Wrenching moans from my throat, conquering me with every plunge, he took me with skill and purpose. He gave me the fantasy. He was my religion.

His rhythm quickened into feverish pumping, and we rolled across the bed, writhing, changing positions, and clawing to press closer, deeper.

“Fuck, yeah.” He pinned me on my back with my knees bracketing my head. Slamming into me like a piston, he didn’t slow, didn’t let up as he hurtled us into mindless, feral fucking. “Christ, that’s it. Fuck my cock. Take it all.”

My brain detonated. I saw double vision and bit down on his lip. Almost there. So damn close.

I closed my eyes and reached for it.

“Look at me.” He clutched the back of my neck. “I’m about to explode. Let me see those gorgeous eyes while I fill your cunt with come.”

My gaze shot to his, and a growly sound of approval rumbled past his lips.