Instant reaction. He grabs my ass in both hands, one on each cheek. He lifts me. I grab his face as I wrap my legs around his waist.
I greedily seek his tongue as he holds me up. His firm grip sends ripples through my body. Finally. Release.
All my problems. All my walls. Gone. Mangy crow.
He steps backward and falls on the bed. I squeal in surprise. He strokes his fingers up my sides, through my robe. It’s not enough. I pull an arm in, then the other, slipping them up so my robe falls down.
His eyes widen at the sight of my bare body. For a flickering second, I am brought back to my senses. Insecurity. Does he like what he sees?
“Guess you saw these earlier already,” I say awkwardly.
I feel the air against my bare skin. I feel his eyes on me—judging.
On his back with me straddling him, Ari ignores my silly joke. He reaches out and cups my breast. His thumb traces slow circles over my nipple. I whimper in delight. The touch is light—unbearably so. My skin prickles beneath his hand.
Ari’s eyes hold a passion Narve never had. Narve was grateful. Ari looks like he’s preparing to eat. I am a deer he has hunted down.
He raises himself, replacing his thumb with his mouth and tongue. It glides around my form. Heat blooms. I harden in his mouth. A hand travels from my knee to my hip, down my rump to where I am split. He takes his time—a pleasure that feels like punishment.
All I can smell is his body. Unable to restrain myself, my hips sway back and forth. An ancient rhythm flows through me. A pang of irritation as I connect with leather instead of his softer flesh.
“I want to feel us…” I complain.
His hand pushes my rump upward, forcing me on all fours above him. We kiss as a lone finger strokes my inner thigh. Barely touching, he runs a finger along my entrance. The lightness of his touch is its own torment. No friction between us. I’m wet. Past ready. Past patient.
I detach my lips from his and breathe into his neck, savoring his exploration. He reaches my clitoris, circling its tip. Tingling heat floods my belly. The sensation sharpens. Pleasure coils tight, bright and insistent.
A moan escapes my lips as he picks up the pace. The pressure builds in waves. My body answers to his rhythm. No one has ever touched me there. I understand now that Narve was but a boy. A boy lost in the woods.
His free hand grabs my chin and directs my lips to his.
My body sizzles at his touch. I devour his tongue, all shyness gone. A fuzz builds up in my head. I could stay like this all night, but at the same time, I’m hungry for more.
A rumble surges through my body. I can’t hold it back—it escapes my lips.
Rougher than planned, my hand reaches down his stomach and into his pants. I find his cock, curling my fingers around his hardness. He swells against my palm, hot in my hand. Velvet skin, iron beneath. He grunts as I stroke him up and down.
My doubt is gone. I only want.
His hands lower his pants. Equal eagerness. We hunger for each other, a perfect meeting point. I am not alone.
Without leading him inside, I glide my folds against his length, rubbing my wetness to tempt him.
With a nibble at his ear, I whisper.
“Let me first… but then… I am yours.”
I’m unsure if he understands what I mean. But who the fuck cares?
Wanting to control his first entrance, I angle his tip at my opening.
I sit on him, releasing a deep moan. Our bodies connect. Energy flows between us. My body resists slightly, yearning to make space for him. He growls like an animal, applying pressure to dig deeper. I arch my back and meet his pressure to accept him within me.
We kiss.
This is what was meant for us. The threads have led us together.
I have all I wanted. The passion. The house.
