Page 87 of Escape from the Green

Focusing on that, my body seemed to relax.

"There," he said with what sounded like relief as he pressed deeper, claiming me fully.

There was pain that faded faster than it came on, settling deep beneath the clawing desire inside, the need for movement once again.

When my legs crossed around his lower back, my hands sinking into his shoulders, his thread of control finally seemed to snap.

His movements were slow at first, aware of the tenderness.

But as my gasps became whimpers that turned into moans, his thrusts got faster, more demanding, building an intensity inside me, and there were no words to describe it.

"Come for me, Amy," he demanded, voice rough with his own need for release.

His hand slid between us, pressing into my clit, pushing me to the edge faster.

I teetered there at the precipice, heartbeat paused, breath choked.

He sank back in.

His thumb swiped.

And I was pushed over.

I fell.

Crashed.

Came apart at impact.

His name cried out of my lips as I buried my head in his neck, arms holding on as I kept coming apart.

Only when the waves eased did Drake slam deep, body jolting, my name hissing from between his lips as he came.

His body came down on me, an oppressive, welcome pressure even if it was making breathing more of a wish than an actuality.

Both of us struggled for composure, for steady heartbeats, for bodies not so overwhelmed by sensation.

"Shh," he consoled as he moved, body shifting, as his cock rubbed against sore muscles as I lost him. "It's okay," he added, curling my body to the side to face his, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close as the haze of desire left me, as reality slowly came back. "You alright?" he asked, hands sliding gently down my spine. "Honey?" he prompted when I hadn't been able to articulate anything, my mind spinning in too many directions at once.

My lips pressed into his chest, eyes closing tight to fight off the sting I felt building there. "I'm glad it was you," I told him, meaning it more than I had ever meant anything before.

"It will only get better as your body adjusts," he told me, giving my body a squeeze.

"I don't think that is possible," I told him, warm and sleepy as my body came down.

"It is. I promise." He rolled me onto my back, looming over me slightly, pressing his wide palm into my belly. "But next time, we need to be careful," he told me, making his point clear.

We hadn't used any kind of precaution.

They weren't difficult to come by.

In fact, Nesta had been talking just a few days ago to her mother about helping to make a new supply for the clan, made from rubber tree and thistle.

Oh, yes, Aya had said, nodding. I forgot it was that time of the year again. I will come and help as well.

"Are you worried?" he asked, fingers tickling over the skin of my belly.

"About a baby?" I asked, turning my head to catch his gaze.