A Thousand Years (Soulmates Book 1) by Brigitte Ann Thomas

seeping into his voice. “It’s one of the things I gave up to have you back in my arms.”  Anabell felt her heart drop into her stomach when she saw the pain in his eyes.
                  Wiggling one of her hands loose, Anabell cupped his cheek in her hand and gave him a sweet smile.
                  “That’s okay. Just make love to me, Eadric.”
     
                  Still erect, Eadric didn’t have to be asked twice. He had waited for that moment for a very long time.
                  He slowly parted her, savoring the velvet heat as he sank himself into her tightness. Her walls gripped him hard, trying to pull him in deeper and deeper. He didn't want to rush it until he was fully immersed in her.
                  Eadric watched Anabell's face as he took her, wanting to see the hunger in her eyes. The soft curve of her mouth as she leaned her head back to moan, the flutter of her eyelids as her eyes threatened to close,  the tension in her neck as she dug her fingers into the sheet to hold on tight.
                  “Eadric.” His name had never sounded better.
                  Anabell wanted more. No, she needed more. He felt too good, too right. As much as she wanted to make love, it wasn’t the night for slow. Her body and her soul had to have more than that.
                  “More,” she whispered – begged.
                  Teasing her, Eadric lifted his hips until only the tip of him was still inside her. He held like that for a moment, watching Anabell buck underneath him, trying to draw him back in vain.
                  He thrust back into her hard, making her cry out in a mix of shock and sheer pleasure as he filled her.
                  Eadric tried to go slow again. His mind urged his body to take it easy, but it wasn't listening.
                  He always imagined their first time would be a long, arduous night of touching, tasting, exploring, and taking everything they had to give each other. His body had a mind of its own. And listening to her beg for it only fueled the fire. He was going to take her hard and fast and leave her screaming his name.
                  Anabell had no real warning as he picked up the pace, suddenly slamming his cock into her with a renewed fervor. Each stroke hitting the right spot and forcing her closer and closer to the impending orgasm. It wasn't a slow build-up. Eadric transported her there in what felt like an instant. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, telling her that he was as lost in the moment as she was.
                  No cool, calm control. Just raw, unbridled, intense passion. This was the real Eadric.
                  Anabell wrapped her arms around his neck, anchoring herself to him. She needed him to be her rock, to keep her from washing away in the storm that was coming.
                  She opened her mouth to tell him just how close she was, but she couldn't make her mouth form words. She could tell by the way he shifted his hips to drive himself even deeper that he knew.
                  Eadric was right there with her, taking her with all the strength in his body until he felt the tell-tale tremors race thought her tight muscles. She was about to come and so was he.
                  Anabell's orgasm hit first, sending her screaming and holding onto Eadric for dear life as her body shook. Eadric's hit a moment later, his swollen cock no longer able to hold up against her quivering heat. He held onto her too - afraid that the moment was a dream instead of reality. He had to feel her solidness to keep him afloat in the shockwaves of that powerful orgasm.
                  Eadric pulled out of her carefully, then threw himself down on the bed beside her. Exhausted, thoroughly spent, and