Page 85 of Set It Right
And there weren’t. There was only the shared heat between us. The way his control was so tight, I could feel it in the tension of his body. The careful stillness, like he was containing something bigger than either of us.
“You don’t have to say anything.” I pressed my heels against his ass, urging him closer, deeper into the moment. “Just move, please. Let me feel you moving inside me. That’s all I need.”
He started slow. So slow. A measured shift made my breath hitch and my toes curl as he watched me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Cormac was a big man, but I was so turned on, so present, so wanting, my body bloomed, letting him inside.
I nodded over and over. Lifting up, I kissed his mouth, his cheek, whatever I could reach. I whispered how good he felt,how much I wanted him, my hands roaming his arms, his back, tracing his ridges and planes.
And he never looked away. Not once.
I’d never felt so safe or wanted.
And that made me climb higher, desperate for more.
“Baby,” I rasped. “Please, please stop holding back.”
He shook his head. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t, you won’t, you won’t.” I clutched his hair, giving it a tug so he could feel how serious I was. “I promise you won’t. I want you.”
His brow dropped low, and his mouth set into a hard line. The careful restraint in his shoulders fractured. Blue eyes turned from ice into the purest flame. Heat climbed up his neck and into his cheeks until the tremble in his arms was no longer control.
It was release.
He pulled his hips back then snapped forward in one powerful thrust, and my body answered instinctively, gasping, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Yes,” I breathed. “More.”
He gave me another and another, deep and slow, watching me each time he speared into me, his hesitation lessening with every thrust. Every time I moaned and told him it felt incredible, he moved a little faster, let his hands wander over me, cupping my breasts and down my sides.
Finally, we found our rhythm, moving together at a pace that left us both panting. The bed creaked beneath us, our breathing ragged and uneven, the air thick and warm. Sweat gathered at his hairline and along my spine. The world narrowed to the heat between us, the press of his chest, the way his name sounded falling from my mouth.
Cormac gave up fighting the pull between us and fucked me like he meant it, his hands sliding beneath my ass so he could take me deeper, and everything fell away except our connection.
Meeting, colliding, retreating, coming back together. Over and over. Until we were desperate, writhing together, clutching at each other. Our mouths slid, wet and frantic. My teeth snagged his lip, and his tongue delved deep into my mouth. Tension mounted low in my belly with every sharp plunge of his cock.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
This man, this beautiful man of mine, had transformed into a magnificent beast, powerful muscles flexing as he held my hips where he wanted them, my body entirely under his control. Rivulets of sweat made their way from his corded neck to his chest, and his eyes were on fire, no doubt that flame was for me.
He pushed back onto his knees, suspending my lower body in the air. His thumb moved over my clit, rolling it in tight circles as he fucked me. Once, twice, three times—was all it took for me to lose it.
A veil of pleasure fell over me. My neck arched, and my mouth fell open in a wild cry. My eyes went hot and gritty as I came and came. Something inside me gave way. Some tight, invisible cord I hadn’t known was there, keeping me braced and bound. It snapped clean, and I was unmoored. Weightless. Uncontained. Flying free.
The intensity was frightening, and the bright, electric rush following was dangerous in how much I immediately wanted it again.
“Zara.”
My eyes flew open, but my vision was blurry, wet with tears.
Cormac’s expression crumpled with concern, but it was too late. He threw his head back and groaned like he was breaking in two, his cock finding my end and planting as he shook, my name cracking from his lips.
I reached for his neck, pulling him until he fell on top of me, then buried my face as he nuzzled his nose against my hair. I’dnever thought of myself as a clingy person, but I held on tight to him then.
He turned his head, his mouth beside my ear. “Are you crying?”
“I didn’t mean to.” I let out a wet laugh. “I don’t know what that’s about.”
