Lila

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The world had shrunk to this tiny bubble of warmth and desire. His weight on her body, his kisses on her lips, his hands everywhere. She shook, but so did he. With every stroke of finger and tongue, they both wound tighter until Lila wasn't sure she could stand it.

Then she felt him nudging at her core and it was as if her body stood up and applauded. Everything within her yearned to have him inside her. She arched, pushing against him, whispering his name. He swore and buried his face in her neck, rubbing himself against her once, then again.

She literally shuddered with the sensation of it. "Please."

His hands were in her hair, his mouth on hers, and he did it again, and she gasped again.

"Please, Dane."

He lifted himself on his elbows and met her eyes through his hair that had fallen over his eyes because she kept gripping it.

"Lila, this is going to hurt," he rasped.

"I know, I don't care. Please."

"I'm sorry," he groaned and nudged into her, just a touch.

"I'm not," she gasped and pressed against him, drawing him deeper.

Teeth gritted and eyes squeezed tightly shut, he rolled his hips once, and again, and again, each time pressing just slightly deeper.

Skin prickling and alive in a way she'd never experienced, Lila whimpered. She wanted more. Then he drew all the way out and thrust forward with a shaky cry.

Lila cried out in joy, then froze, overwhelmed. Everything within her at war. She was, all at once alight inside with the presence of him—and shaken by the pain.

Dane froze when she did, panting, his shoulders heaving just like hers. Then he lifted his head to meet her eyes and he was trembling. She put a hand to his face, fighting tears.

"Are you okay?" he croaked.

"Yes, yes. Oh, Dane, yes."

He swallowed, then gasped, "Do you need to stop?" She almost laughed at the despair on his face. But she just shook her head and kissed him.

"Never," she whispered, then nipped his earlobe. "Never stop."

With a groan he latched his mouth to the spot where her neck met her shoulder and started to move, so slowly, so slowly. His arms shook with the effort to control himself and his breath shoved out in rasping puffs.

At first she was confused by the contradictory feelings—the ache and pinch of tortured flesh, and the heat and sparkle of things alight in her that had ached for him for months. Then he kissed her, his breath thundering past her ear, his hand stroking her side as he moved slowly. So slowly.

And just as slowly, her pain eased with each roll, to be replaced with a greater and greater sense of a threatening wave of pleasure.

"Dane!" she gasped. "Please, more," she begged as they moved together in a dance she'd been aching for.

He groaned her name and his head dropped back as he rolled his hips again, but still so slowly.

"Dane, please!"

And when he was still so careful with her, she kissed him, invaded his mouth with her tongue the way she prayed he'd invade her, grasped his ass and, on the next roll, arched up and pulled him deeper.

*****

Dane

He almost came. He almost fucking came right then. Lila gave a whimpering cry at the peak of his thrust and she pulled him deeper until he was pressing into her fully. He moaned as felt her close tighter on him as her pleasure increased.

Fuck. Oh fuck. He lost the grip he'd had on his tether. Bellowing her name, he braced himself on his elbows, cupped her face, and kissed her with the messy, frantic desperation of a man so deeply in love and lust that he couldn't think straight. There was no poetry in it, no finesse. But his body sang. And hers sang back.

Her hand slapped as she grabbed his shoulder and held on. Dane shifted a hair to change the angle and she sucked in, then held her breath when he moved again. But he couldn't slow, he couldn't stop, he had to reach her, find that place within her that lifted every hair on her body.

"Lila, Lila, oh fuck."

"Don't stop. Don't stop."

He'd had sex with a lot of women. He'd had good sex with a lot of women. But it had never been like this. Never this sense of oneness. It was as if something in his chest, something in his gut had been tied to hers. It wasn't just about the sensation of skin on skin, of flesh inviting flesh… it was about her. Dane didn't just want to be pleasured, he was desperate to pleasure her. And in the same moment, even the slightest touch jolted his senses like an electrical current.

Somehow she touched places in him that had never been touched. She lit fuses he didn't know he had.

And he was about to blow.

He looked down at her, one hand over her head as she arched, the other grasping at his shoulder, her eyes closed, mouth open and hair everywhere. Then she cried his name again and the intensity of the emotion that washed over him threatened to move him to tears.

His body fought to find release and he fought back, desperately. He couldn't give in.

Then he slid a hand down, under her ass and pulled up at the same time as he thrust hard and her eyes flew open. Her free hand slapped to his back again and she pulled on him, grinding, arching, crying his name. "Please, Dane! Please!" She was so close, it was going to tip him over the edge.

Keeping the pressure under her with one hand, he used the other to cup the top of her head as he kissed her and pushed in again, again, again.

The world faded completely until the only thing that existed was her body, her cries, and the feelings she tore from him—as if someone had cut him open from navel to neck and cracked his ribs to reveal his pounding heart.

She was gasping and writhing just as she had that first night when he'd touched her on the couch. Her skin was pebbled with desire, and her breath gasping. She clung to him, eyes half-closed and glassy.

Dane breathed through his teeth, praying he could hold on. Then she arched again, pressing her breasts up and, unable to resist, he latched onto her nipple, sucking hard.

"Dane!" she screamed, her entire body jerking and shaking under him and she closed down tight around him—pushing him over the edge seconds later.

He roared her name, his entire body alive with the wave of pleasure crashing over him. And his heart swelling and alive with it, in a way it had never lived before.