Free Perfect Love (A Celestra Novella) by Addison Moore Page B

a lengthy, sweeping battle that drives home the point we’ve got nowhere to go and all day to get there. I try to hold up the wall again, but my thoughts are seeping through, and, unfortunately for the both of us, they’re littered with my fears of what’s to come—namely a life without Skyla.
    I’ll always be yours. She inhales sharply while pushing in hard against my lips. Her kisses diminish with intensity, and we lounge in one another’s mouths as if this were the best form of relaxation.
    I’ll always be yours, Skyla. But just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean you need to emotionally check out. I want you to live. Live out loud. Live for me, too. Go off like a bomb in this world because you’re living so damn loud. You’re going to set the world on fire. I already know that .
    Can you imagine a future with me? She pulls back and settles her eyes over mine.
    I stroke her cheek with the back of my finger. “That’s the only future I can imagine.”
    “Me, too.” A network of crimson lines explode in her eyes. “This is going to be all right, Logan. You have to believe me.”
    It’s pretty hard to believe this is going to be all right. “Okay.” I take in a breath. “If you believe it, then so do I.”
    “Pinky swear?” She holds out her little finger, and I latch mine over hers.
    “Pinky swear.” I reel her in by the hand. Paradise has waited for me since my infancy, and I’m not in the least bit of a hurry to get there. “How about we shake on it in a far more intimate way.” I pull her over until her naked body covers mine and savor the warmth she’s giving off with her flesh. I’m all about believing—of doing more of this, more of anything with Skyla in the present and the distant future. There was no reason not to believe. Hope is the child we made in this bed last night.
    “Of course. It’ll be far more official that way.” Her tongue runs over the rim of her lips, and I try to catch it with my teeth. “Looks like someone’s in a biting mood.” Her hips nest into mine. “You’re a big flirt, you know that?”
    “Technically, I believe you’re the one flirting.” I grind my hips right back at her, and my hard-on rockets to life.
    A deep guttural laugh bursts from her as my dick grazes over her bottom.
    Skyla swipes a condom from the bowl and runs the foil packet across her lips. Her eyes never leaving mine. She runs the package between her teeth before tearing it.
    “I want you to open your mind, Logan. I want to drink down your thoughts. I want to have every single part of you in my heart and body right now.”
    She rolls the condom over me then straddles me while sitting on my stomach. Her hair tumbles over her chest like a golden waterfall.
    Skyla guides me in careful and easy, her eyes locked over mine, and for the life of me, I can’t find the strength to blink. I don’t want to miss a minute of what’s about to transpire.
    She lets me penetrate her slowly, sinking over me with her neck thrust back, a strangled cry ripping from her throat.
    Fuck .
    Skyla rides me undaunted by the harsh band of sunlight streaming through the windows as I watch with slotted lids—the two of us drunk off our love. Her body rises and falls, her curves bouncing in all the right places, and I try to strangle the shit out of that part of me that wants to cry because deep down I understand all of this is going to come crashing to an end soon. It doesn’t diminish the hope that it won’t. It doesn’t bother to contest it. It merely exists as a fact.
    Believe .
    Then like a lion I roar back from the pit—spring out of the mud and the mire and pull up into the sunshine, high into the clouds right along with Skyla. A surge of adrenaline fills me as I pull Skyla toward me and find her lips. I roll her onto her back and make love to her, sweetly like the princess she is.
    Skyla and I are going to happen. Happily ever after waits for us, and I believe it with every fiber of my being. My soul