Chapter 1276
She pulled her own shirt off next, bare to the moonlight, her skin glowing, her nipples taut in the chill of the night air. Jude stared at her, breathless. She was beautiful - fiercely, achingly beautiful, but fragile in a way she rarely showed. She pulled his hand to her chest, placed it over her heart.
"Feel that?"
He nodded.
"I’m still me."
She tugged him down, and their bodies met again. Skin to skin, warmth to warmth, breath to breath. She kissed his jaw, his throat, her lips moving lower as she laid back and spread her legs for him. Her thighs trembled, and she pulled him between them without a word, her eyes locked on his.
Jude slid inside her slowly, and they both gasped at the contact. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as he filled her inch by inch. Her breath hitched, a small sob escaping her throat - not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of it. Of him. Of now.
He moved gently, deeply, each thrust slow and careful. Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck, her mouth at his ear. "Don’t let me go," she whispered.
"Never," he whispered back.
Their rhythm grew faster, needier, her hips rolling up to meet him, her heels pressing into the small of his back. Her moans rose, raw and lovely, until she couldn’t stay quiet anymore. Her voice broke into sound, into music, and the melody returned.
She was humming again.
But now, it came with tears streaming down her cheeks and her body shaking beneath his.