The side of his lip curled in a satisfied smile and I realized he was moving and thrusting slow enough to make me lose my mind yet still quick enough to start building another wave of pleasure at the pit of my stomach.. "Hey," He said and grinned down at me, but I couldn't smile back.. I just struggled with my hands and faintly stared back at him, and before I could close my eyes as that pleasure slowly started increasing alongside with his rhythm, he kissed me.. Oh he kissed me. The kind of movement of his lips that dominated mine, that lead the kiss and played with my tongue.. The kind of kiss that left me breathless and turned on to the point of feeling ache between my legs from his now full thrusts, his perfect, oh so perfect rough rhythm.. When we broke the kiss, I was immediately biting down on my lower lip because it was the only way I knew to suspend the loud moan that was threatening at the back on my throat.. I looked at him and he looked back, this time serious and seemingly as lost as I was, yet still keeping those brows furrowed like he was analyzing each and every one of my features.. Mine in the other hand were rising and curving in a way that probably showed nothing but desperation and a need for more.. My eyes begged him not to stop before I found myself actually saying it out loud.. "Don't stop.. Please, just-." My voice was faint and barely there.. It trailed as I struggled with my wrists that he was still holding as tightly as to stop my blood circulation.. But I felt nothing.. A sharp moan cut me off. I only felt myself reaching to that edge, seconds away from crossing that limit of resistance.. I felt how he loosened his grip around my wrists, how his shoulder muscles were so damn perfectly sculpted and large with the way he now held himself over me on his elbows.. "Oh, Gosh, what are you doing to me.." I was speaking again, barely aware that it was me that mumbled those words from how hard that new wave of pleasure was about to hit. "Christian, I- I have to.. Let me-" My own pants cut me off and I couldn't even find my voice from how perfectly hardly he was thrusting inside me, with speed that I would say is impossible, deep and full, that I barely found words.. His lips were pressed against the side of my face, and I was now losing every bit of control I had inside me yet he still said, "Not yet.." That deep voice held nothing but mad lust, mad craving.. It was a growl.. A perfect groan of pleasure. Oh dear lord what did he mean- He,- what was he trying to do to me? I was already losing my mind.. "Oh God.. please.." I was panting, moaning, placing my arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to me, moving my legs and wrapping them around his hips.. Mumbling and repeating the begs.. "With me, Lana.. Cūm with me, baby," His lips moved against my neck, and his rhythm became mad.. His thrusts deep and rough, unbearable for me to resist.. I ran my hands through his hair to keep him close, feeling him pulsing inside me, so big, so deep, so perfect.. I felt how his tempo slowed down and how with a few final deep thrusts he once again had me melting underneath him, losing myself in all the love I had for him, and coming in pieces.. His name escaped my lips which he cut off with a kiss that swirled my mind and left me senseless, completely lost in him, high on him, as he came at the same time as me.. It was the strongest feeling I ever had wash through me. The most pulsing pleasure that held me captive for what felt like a few damn minutes, lost with his weight slightly on top of me, his lips at the crook of my neck as I pulled him as close to myself as physically possible.. I was trembling, shaking, closing every space between out bodies in that sheer relief. I was lost while we came as one. It was nothing like I've ever felt. His warm breath against my skin only gave me the full awareness of how damn much I loved him.. Every atom of my body screamed that I did.. With having him move beside me, lay beside me, pull me in his arms after a minute or so, I found myself still completely lost in his strong arms, his protective grip around me that kept me close to his body, tightly against him like I was shielded by each muscle on his large arms.. And I never felt safer. I could feel his heartbeat against his chest where I laid, his hand over me arm from underneath me, our legs intertwined, and the simple closeness soothing my very core, my soul that seemed fo be flattering still.. His breath against my hair was steady and the way he left a few kisses on top of my head filled my chest in the most unbelievable way possible, making me melt in his arms. "I love you, Lana.." Another kiss, another inhale.. "So damn much." I traced the hard muscles on his chest, the silky skin with my finger, and somewhat looked up at him.. Eyes of darkness held nothing but light, nothing but truth, nothing but the kind of fulfilling and satisfaction that was reflected back on me. "I love you, Christian." And that said enough.. It said plenty.. Still, there weren't words that could describe just how strong my love for him was, and I didn't bother looking because it was actions that mattered.. But those few words.. They only meant the beginning.. The beginning of a war we seemed determined to start and to end. Together. Because there was no escaping. There was only winning left.