Page 511 - Fourth Wing

He nips my lower lip. “You can play all you want later if I can have you

right now.”
Yeah, that’s a plan I can get with. “You already have me.”

His gaze collides with mine as he hovers above me, bracing his weight to

keep from crushing me. “You have everything I have to give.”
That’s enough…for now. I nod, arching my hips again.

Eyes locked with mine, he pushes into me with one long roll of his hips,

consuming every inch and then taking another until he’s seated to the hilt.
The pressure, the stretch, the fit of him is beyond words.

“You feel so damn good.” I roll my hips because I can’t help myself.

“I could say the same thing about you.” He smiles, using my own words
from earlier against me. Hard, deep, and slow, he sets a rhythm that has me

arching for every thrust as we come together again and again and again.
He drives us up the bed, and I throw my arms back, bracing against the

headboard for leverage as I meet every plunge of his hips. Gods, each is

better than the last. When I urge him to move faster, he gives me a wicked
grin and takes me at the same mind-blowing, heart-jolting pace. “I want this

to last. I need this to last.”
“But I’m…” That fire in my core is coiled tight and so ready to burst free

that I can almost taste how sweet it will be.

“I know.” He drives forward again, and I whimper at how fucking good it
feels. “Just stay with me.” He adjusts the angle so he hits my clit with every

thrust and presses my knee forward, taking me even deeper.

I’m not going to survive this. I’m going to die right here in this bed.
“Then I’m going to die with you,” he promises, kissing me.

I’m so far gone, I didn’t even realize I said the words out loud, and then I

remember that I don’t have to. “More. I need more.” Power simmers
beneath my skin and my legs lock.

“You’re almost there. Fuck, you feel so damn good around me. I’m never
going to get enough of this, enough of you.”