Chapter 64

Aurora

I don’t know who rips my clothes off of my body, whether it be him or myself, I’m just happy to be free of them. The wind is cool, the sand glittering through the air and drizzling down my body. I shiver, his warm arms squeezing around my body and pinning me to his chest.

I’m happy he holds me, feeling us fall as he makes out with my jaw, my neck, kissing every spot anywhere near where he would mark me as he mate once again. I refrain from moaning but fail miserably. I let out a howl, a practical scream, and watch as he steadies his body over mine.

Parting my knees in anticipation, he groans a laugh against my throat.

“What?” I pant, grabbing his shoulders, praying he keeps his little kisses going.

He shakes his head, nuzzling his lips just behind my ear, my skin tingling as he does so. “You think it’s going to be that easy?” he hums, almost growling. “I’m not letting you go tonight. Not for one second. I hope you’re ready, sweetheart.”

I try to make sense of his words, cut short when his hand leaves my hip and rattles off against my sensitive button. I gust an inhale, arching my body as his other arm hooks under the small of my back, holding my in this crooked, curved place while his fingers vibrate against me. I watch the sky, stars shooting or my vision blurring; I can’t differentiate.

He laughs, his smile casted a shadow by the moon, his lips returning to my own. He is persistent and dominating, everything I ever wanted in a mate, in a moment like this. He doesn’t disappoint, his fingers suddenly curling up into my sex and pulsing deep inside of my body.

My knees snap shut over his arm, shocked and enraged in pleasure.

He chuckles harder, moving his lips to press directly against my ear. “That isn’t going to stop me, sweetheart.” He isn’t lying either, his hand pressing and pulling in and out of my drenching wet sex. I try to relax my knees, to give him perfect access, but I’m overwhelmed.

“You’re so good,” I breathe, knowing I may not make sense, but I am trying my best. “So good, Jaxson. So—so—”

“So damn good,” he says, before planting a harsh, biting kiss into my shoulder.

He finally plucks his fingers out of my body, a damp heat peeling down my thighs and making me tremble in the sand. His kisses fall down to my breasts, over my hard, pointed nipples, and I feel like breaking if he keeps this up. I don’t want it to end, though, I don’t want anything right now but for him and I to break together.

He tries to center over my body but I push him back, a look of shock crossing his blackened gaze. It makes me fill with fire, with a slim confidence I’ve never known, and soon he is sitting upright in the sand, his mouth agape as though to ponder what this is all about.

I don’t explain. I simply flip over before my mate, before his daunting sex, and nibble my own little kisses up and down his shaft. Peering up, his eyes are thrown wide open in excitement, something so lost in control about the way he leans back, knees parted for me, while I slide his erection between my wet, soft lips.

“Sweetheart,” he purrs, the sound of his pleasure so damn intoxicating. One of his thick, sandy hands brushes against my short, fleeting scalp, wanting to press my head down over his length more but we both know that’s an unfathomable request. “Mm, damn, sweetheart…”

I drag my tongue up his shaft once more, from the base to the tip, and any semblance of navy left in his wide eyes is gone. They’re black, solid black like the night sky, and he doesn’t take it gentle and sweet anymore.

He yanks me forward, throwing my back into the wet sand, the shore pushing closer and closer to where we lay, my mate straddling my hips under the millions of stars. I hook an arm over his shoulders, urging him closer, but he presses my arms over my head and pins them down at my elbows, leaving me feeling so exposed and at mercy of his body.

He is smiling wildly, ready to penetrate every single part of me, and I can only nod, unable to speak or beg any further. He knows what I need, what I so desperately want, and I can the shadow in the moonlight of how terribly he wants the same exact thing.

He enters my sex slowly at first, his erection jumping and twitching deep inside of my wet core.

I release the scream I’ve been holding, hot all over, only able to see his body rhythmically jut against my pelvis, filling me in and out and in and out and in—

My vision blurs, my eyes playing tricks while stars smear my sight.

“Sweetheart,” he hums, his voice faraway and husky.

I feel his pace pick up, his rhythm rougher, every part of his body making me want to shatter and orgasm for hours. He leans in though, his hips slowing but thankfully not stalling, his lips brushing dangerously gentle against my delicate cheek.

“I love you,” he breathes in exhale.

My heart seizes, something so natural about how I respond, “I love you, too.”

It could be the sex, or the final realization that our troubles are finally over, but something easy comes with those words I speak. I don’t regret them, I don’t walk them back, and it’s finally the moment where his hips thrust in deeper, faster, and I yell as he pins me back, the orgasmic waves of our sex finally breaking out of me.

I seize while he releases my arms, letting me carry down the length of my pleasure, his hips centered still between mine, now drenched with my excess enjoyment, his head tipping back as he adds to the orgasm by inducing his own. He growls, his fingers digging into sides while he tries to refrain from screaming, releasing only a strangled, lasting groan.

When he sits up, the cold ocean presses into my side and I hiss a breath. I hadn’t noticed how cold it had gotten since we started this ordeal and I wish I had continued to ignore it but it’s so cold now that it’s impossible. Jaxson pulls me from the sand, making me stand, his arms keeping me upright as we embrace, breathless and exhausted.

My feet leave the sand, legs wrapped around his hips.

“You mean it?” he breathes, pacing us slowly out of the wet shore, toward the hut.

I want to stay in this moment forever. “Mean what?”

“That you love me?”

For a moment, I consider lying, and it seems easier to concede than the truth. I give the answer that comes to mind first, without further consideration. “Of course I meant it.”