Unbroken

between us, needing his mouth on me again, but Emerson stays just above me, keeping my wrists locked in place pressed painfully against the deck.
    He watches me, his jaw clenched, every muscle in his body solid and tensed above me. Out of reach.
    I writhe, straining against his iron grip. “Please,” I gasp, not caring that I’m begging. Right now, in this moment, I’d do anything to feel him inside of me, any fucking thing he could ever ask or demand.
    I’ll give all of me just to possess him one more time.
    “Please, Emerson!” I whimper.
    “What?” He growls. “What do you want from me?”
    “Fuck me!” My voice breaks.
    Something shatters in his expression. Emerson’s eyes flash, wild. He releases my wrists and scoops my body to his with a deep, guttural groan. He kisses me, devouring my lips as I yank open his jeans and push them down. He’s hard and ready for me, and I instinctively arch up, opening my thighs wider, already aching for the thick fullness of him.
    He finds me, slamming inside with a single thrust that sends every nerve and cell in my body screaming with pleasure.
    Holy fuck!
    I fall back with a cry, clawing my nails against his back, surging to meet his thrusts with my own as he rocks into me, hard and deep and unrelenting. He’s filling me up, splitting me open with a gorgeous ache. I open wider, pulling him deeper, and the pain melts into a heavy-boned sweetness, radiating out through my whole entire body. Emerson drops his mouth into the hollow of my neck, groaning desperately against me as I slide my hands over the slick contours of his chiseled ass. I’m panting, wild, utterly lost in the mindless rhythm of our bodies and the dark craving that calls from the very heart of me. I arch up against him, driving my hips hard against his, grinding fresh sparks of friction through my body, but it’s not enough. My veins are itching from the inside out, a sweet thickness pulsing in my bloodstream, coiling tighter, spiraling out from my aching core with every new hard thrust of Emerson’s cock.
    I cling to him, caught on the edge. I’m sobbing with need, strung out so close to the edge of the world, but caught, powerless to plunge over the precipice.
    Emerson plunges faster, his body rock hard with tension, the sound of his breathing labored and desperate. “Jules,” he groans against me.
    I answer with a desperate moan, head flung back against the deck. I gaze blindly into the night, crying out with a hollow need. The sky is dark, scattered with stars that seem to fade, dim against the fierce boil of pleasure rising in me.
    “Baby,” Emerson gasps, thrusting deep inside me. He grabs my face in one hand, forcing it around to meet his gaze. His eyes are unflinching, blazing into me as his body wreaks its havoc on mine with wretched precision. There’s no escape from the devastation. I’m drowning in him, every sense overwhelmed, and I claw for some last solid ground, trying to look away, but he holds me tight in place, forcing me to look at him, demanding everything I have to give.
    Everything I am.
    He sees past my secrets, past my lies, stripping me naked. His eyes don’t stray from mine for a second, not even as his body slams into me and my cries rise up into the silence of the dark night. I’m clenched tight, prisoner to pure sensation, aching and grasping, but I can’t make it over, the release waits just out of reach.
    “Come for me,” he growls, jaw clenched. “Dammit, Jules…. comes for me. Now!”
    He slams into me one final time, his raw, guttural cry echoing out across the bay. His body is suspended above mine for a moment, shaking with tension, then I see his gaze flash, and the first wave of release roll across his face. He cries out, wordless, shuddering into me, and his desperate surrender is enough to break me wide open. I shatter, screaming his name, my cries mingling with his as the storm of ecstasy sweeps through me and I fall headlong into the deep blue darkness of his soul.
    We collapse together, limbs tangled, sweaty and clinging on for dear life. And as I drift in the breathless afterglow of the best fucking orgasm of my life, one thought forms from the mindless pleasure, and wraps me in its undeniable truth.
    I’m home.
    * * *
    When I wake the next morning, he’s gone.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    I wake to an unfamiliar rocking sensation, the steady roll of the waves outside the cabin. I lay confused for a moment, my eyes still shut. Then the ache of my