Falling With Grace

“Yes.” His tongue pushed through my lips as he lined himself to my core and thrust deep inside of me.

Our tongues twisted together, moans filling the space around us, his hands warming my body while his words caressed my soul in a way noone ever had before.

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Grace

His fingers traced my belly, and I giggled when he brushed over my last rib, causing my entire body to spasm.

“You’re ticklish?”

“Yes, but be careful. My ribs are still sore.”

“Hmm.” He dipped down and laid his kisses across my sides, inducing a giggle I hadn’t exuded in years.

“That’s a good sound.” He peppered kisses over my belly, then trailed up my chest, between my breasts, until he touched my lips with the faintest of touches.

My finger curled around the longer strands of hair on his head as I stared into his dark brown eyes.

“Did you know tickling induces the same response as torture?” I laughed as I studied his raised brow.

“Is that right?”

I nodded with a mischievous grin.

“Think of all the shirts I could have saved with that knowledge?” He rolled onto his back, and I followed him, tucking into his side. My finger traced over the faded reaper tattoo on his chest.

“What does this mean?”

“Brotherhood.”

“Hmm…Like best friend bracelets?”

He chuckled. “Something like that.”

“Who has the matching tattoo?”

He snagged my hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissed my knuckles, and then dropped it back to his chest, his hand covering mine. “An old friend I grew up with.”

“Sounds like a story.”

“Maybe one for another time.” Elias glanced toward the clock on the nightstand and sighed. “We need to get up.”

“But it’s barely morning.” I snuggled in closer to him.

Don’t let the moment end.

I need to stay here…in this space with him.

“I would have been up already if it weren’t for you.”

My hand slid down his taut abdomen and dipped below the sheet, the gash on his side scabbed over. “I can fix that for you.”

“Another time.” He gripped my wrist as my hand wrapped around his stiffening cock with a baritone growl. “Trust me.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and tossed the sheet as he rolled out of bed.

“I could stay here forever.” I stretched my arms out and moaned.

“I’m sure you could.” He bent over and pulled on his briefs, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “But some of us have worlds to conquer.”