He shuddered at the sound. I gripped his shoulders as I wrapped my legs around his waist. A rough curse burst from him as he went deeper. He moved in a rhythm that drove me crazy and was not enough and too much at the same time.

“Seth . . .” My hands spasmed over the muscles flexing and rolling along his spine. “Oh, gods . . .”

His back bowed and his lips moved down my throat and further, to the tip of my breast. I jerked, back arching, and that pace he was setting picked up, became feverish. Molten lava flowed in my veins as bolts of biting pleasure shot out.

“Gods,” he groaned; his mouth was near my temple now and he was moving so fast, his hips slamming into mine. “This,” he said, dragging his hand down my belly, to the place between my legs, just above where we were connected. “This is what I want. Nothing else. No one else.”

“Yes,” I gasped out, and I might’ve repeated the same word over and over, in a way that would’ve been embarrassing if I cared at that moment, but I didn’t.

Seth was doing things with his fingers I didn’t even know were possible.

He was everywhere—his hands, his mouth—on me, in me, and it was too much. I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t need to. My head was spinning and the intensity of the bliss building inside me heightened to the point my hips jerked clear off the bed.

I threw my head back, screaming his name as everything came apart. Release exploded and it was shattering, lighting up every cell, and the pleasure rolled out in tight, sensual shockwaves, obliterating my senses. I heard myself tell him that I loved him and I told him in a crazy, abandoned way, in a voice I didn’t recognize.

Seth’s restraint broke. No longer holding himself back, the pump of his hips lost all rhythm as he shoved his arm under my lower back. He lifted me up, sealing me tight to him as he ground against me, sending another wave of exquisite pleasure. He extended his other arm, up my back, holding me off the bed as his hips pounded forward. His strength was overwhelming. He held me up and he took me like I . . . like I wanted to be taken. The moment was incredible, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

Then he was on me, pressing me down into the mattress, not an inch of space separating us as he kissed me hard. His hips jerked once and then twice, and then I could feel him pulsing.

Seth said my name against my lips, and it felt like forever passed while our hearts slowed and the sweat cooled on our skin. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Perfect,” I murmured. “So perfect that I can’t . . . even move or think.”