Keeper (The Cursed Bloodstone)

Chapter 60 – Everly

Chapter

Sixty

EVERLY

I lie there a moment longer, soaking in the sensations still pouring through my body. The heat. The desire. The surge of release.

It’s everything I thought it would be—and so much more.

But it’s not enough. I want more. Everything. All of Cenric.

My heart soars as I make a bold decision and shift to straddling Cenric.

“Everly.” His hands come to rest against my hips. “Maybe we should wait until—”

“—no more waiting,” I whisper as I lean closer to him. My curls fall forward, creating a curtain around our faces. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“Are you sure?” he asks in a low, raspy voice.

“Yes.” I lean back, my hands resting on his thighs, and look into Cenric’s eyes. They’re not cold now, not when he looks at me like this. Like he wants to devour me .

I take a moment to admire him. His strong jawline, his high cheekbones, the way his long black hair frames his face.

He’s handsome, and he’s mine!

I lean down and brush my lips against his. The kiss starts off tentative, but quickly deepens as Cenric responds. He groans, a low rumble in his chest as his hands grip my waist tighter.

I move my hands down, tracing the muscles of his chest, feeling the scars that tell the story of his life. He’s a warrior, a leader, a protector.

He lets out a quick exhale and shifts us until he’s the one on top. His hand moves lower, slipping between us, his fingers finding my clit.

He’s slow, deliberate, his fingers circling, teasing. The heat builds. The tension coils tighter in my core.

He slides a finger inside me, then another, stretching me, preparing me. I rock against his hand, chasing the sensation, the release I know is just out of reach.

“Cenric,” I say between quick breaths.

He silences me with a kiss, his fingers never stopping their torturous dance. He’s thorough, his touch driving me to a pinnacle I have never stood on before, but it’s there. So close. So damn close.

He removes his fingers, leaving me empty, aching. I whimper, but he smiles, a slow, wicked grin that promises so much more.

He stands, his eyes never leaving mine as he pulls off his pants, revealing all of him. I swallow hard .

He’s magnificent, every inch of him a testament to his strength, his power.

He straddles me, lifts my bottom, and slides into me—inch by agonizing inch. He’s slow, so slow, allowing my body to adjust to him. I feel the entirety of him filling me, stretching me. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure so intense it burns.

Cenric’s hands grip my hips, guiding me, showing me the rhythm he wants. I try to match it, to move with him, but I’m clumsy, unpracticed. He doesn’t falter, doesn’t rush. He’s patient, so incredibly patient.

His jaw tightens, the tendons in his neck strain as he struggles to hold back, to go slow. But he does. For me.

“Like this.” His hands move me, gently, firmly. “Yes. Good. You’re doing so good.”

The praise warms me, sending a thrill through me. I want to please him, to be what he needs. I concentrate on his movements and follow him, rocking against him—tentative at first, then with more confidence.

His eyes meet mine, the cold blue heated, molten. “That’s it,” he encourages, his voice rough. “Just like that.”

The pleasure builds even more, coiling tighter and tighter. It’s different this time, more intense. I chase it as he leans down, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. He surges forward, and I meet him, our bodies clashing like waves against the shore.

Faster, harder, deeper.

The world narrows to this moment, this feeling, this man .

The gods help me, I’m drowning. In him. In his warmth. In the feel of him inside me.

Shards of delight pierce through me as I shatter. I cry out, my body convulsing, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Cenric follows me, his body tensing. He throws his head back, a groan ripping from his throat as he pulses inside me.

How beautiful. How powerful. How perfect.

Like the first rays of sunlight after a long, dark night. Like the first rain after a drought.

I bury my face in his neck, memorizing this moment. I never want to forget it. Never want to forget him. Never want to forget us.