CHAPTER 25
Mara
Those words melted me.Then let me, pet.And I wanted to let him. He stared into my eyes, those blue eyes deeper than a lake. “I love you so damn much, Mara,” he said.
Shock dancing with a tender rush of warmth danced inside of my body, surging through my fingertips at the words. It felt right, didn’t it? Those words were truthful. Nate loved me, and I loved him. With his hands on my wrists, holding me down, and his breath on my skin, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
“I love you, Nate,” I said.
A sense of pride filled him then, visible in the way he smiled. Then he kissed me, gently down my lips, to my neck, down to my breasts, taking his time, his fingers raking me, tenderly biting my stomach, beckoning me closer to ecstasy. When his mouth met my mound, he lingered, kissing and worshipping me with his tongue, making me shiver. I knew that the roles were supposed to be reversed; I was supposed to be pleasuring him. I moved to sit up, and he quickly used a free hand to push me back down onto the bed. His words,let me, petechoed in my mind; they meant thatthisis what he wanted. It just so happened that I liked it too.
Pleasure built in my core, bringing me closer to the edge. Heat radiated in my fingertips, my shoulders, my cheeks, my hips, and when I looked down to see him, he was ravenous, taking everything that he could from my sex. It was so hot to see him lose himself like that, in being so turned on by giving me pleasure.
Right as the pleasure became nearly unbearable between my legs, Nate sat up with an insatiable hunger in his eyes. With his body on top of mine, my hair pulled in his hands, he entered me, his cock stretching me wide, and I moaned. In a few thrusts, I would explode.
His hips were calculated, his eyes glued to the agony unraveling on my face. He kissed me, watching me. He pulled my hair, yanking my head back, then thrust his hips harder, and I cried out, needing it. Needing to come. He increased his pace, and the tension in his jaw showed that he was coming undone too. He needed this, as badly as I did.
Right before we came together, he growled in my ear: “You’re mine, pet. All mine.”
***
The next few days passed in a blur. When we weren’t ravishing each other, experimenting with new toys and impact play instruments, we were eating or resting so that we could do it again. Luckily, part of Nate’s job meant that he could work from home since he already had a webcam setup, and with me? I went to the university because I had to. I groaned the whole way. But at least we could have breakfast first.
Nate handed me a plate with a muffin.
“I wanted to run something by you,” I said. He turned from the pantry. “I’m thinking of submitting a challenge to Dr. Smith’s tenure.”
He studied me for a moment, then shrugged. “It might not do anything.”
“But I’m sure I’m not the only student she blackmailed.”
“She blackmailed you?”
I forgot I hadn’t told him. “She said she was going to report us. Claimed that it was for my own good.”
He lifted his brows, then laughed. “Then I fucked it up by quitting.”
“Right,” I said. He shrugged again. “I don’t want her to do it to another student, you know?”
“Definitely,” he said. “I always knew she was aggressive. But I wish I had realizedhowaggressive.”
“I’ll file the report after the Finalists Ceremony,” I said.
“Let me know what I can do to help.”
We sat on the patio with mugs of coffee and muffins, watching the sun creep higher into the sky. It was a strange sensation to be with someone who I felt completely comfortable with; I wasn’t worried about proving myself. I was just me. And I was completely confident in how Nate felt about me. The age difference, the once forbidden aspect of our relationship, the voices that told me over and over again not to trust him—all of that was gone.
Well, the age difference would always exist, but it meant nothing to us.
His phone rang, and when he saw the name, he excused himself. “Gotta take this,” he said. I nodded, assuming it had something to do with his investments. When he came back, he gestured for me to stand.
“Are you almost finished?” he asked.
The half-eaten muffin answered the question. “What’s the emergency?” I asked.
“A surprise.”
A surprise? That was intriguing, coming from Nate. “I can wrap it in a napkin.”
