Whenever I question if I did the right thing, when those nagging shadows of guilt threaten to darken the brightness he’s brought to my life, I remember that it’s always darkest before the dawn. And dawn always comes.
Like it’s about to soon.
Like I’m about to soon, if this man has anything to say about it.
Connor pulls his finger from inside me and probes his tongue deep inside me, and I can't bite back the little mewl of pleasure and need that fills the back of my throat.
“Be careful, Firefly…”
His low, ominous warning is enough to make me bite down hard on my lip, but also seems to spur him into action.
He slides his big, rough hands under my ass and lifts me, angling me up in a way that allows him to bury his face against my pussy and consume me in the way he knows I love, to give me a hard, fast release, because the sensual, slow ones seem to be harder and harder to find time for these days.
But they’re all good.
Anything this man wants to give me, anything he needs to, I’ll take it.
The orgasm doesn’t build slowly. It hits me hard, blindsiding me the same way my feelings for Connor did. They consumed me the same way a fire does the forest, and all the arguments we had over the years were the kindling that helped ignite the blaze.
I jerk on his hair as I twitch beneath him, his tongue still lapping at my pussy as he suctions his mouth over my clit and drags his teeth over that tiny, pulsating spot.
A cry catches in my throat, and I manage to swallow it down as I gasp for air, my body riding out the waves of pleasure he keeps sending through me with his expert attention.
When it finally ebbs, and as I sink back down onto the mattress, Connor crawls up my body and slides his thick cock into me before I'm even done quivering.
“Happy anniversary, Firefly.”
I groan beneath him, clamping down on his cock as I shift to accommodate his size and luxuriate the gloriously painful stretch of him filling me. “Anniversary?”
With my head still clouded from the orgasm, it takes me a second to process what he's saying before my eyes flicker open to meet his dark ones.
That darkness used to scare people on the mountain, but it never scared me. And now, I can't imagine not waking every morning to these beautiful onyx eyes.
“A year ago today, I dragged you up here…”
I grin. “Against my will.”
The corners of his lips curl up. “How did that turn out for you?”
I reach up and drag him down to me to kiss him. A slow, deep, mind-bending kiss that has him driving that extra quarter of an inch inside me with a sharp thrust of his hips. “Fuck…pretty damn good.”
CONNOR
I freeze and lift my head, arching a brow as I stare down at Raven. With her blond hair sleep tousled and spread out on the pillow beneath her, her cheeks and breasts pink from the rush of her orgasm, her body pinned beneath me, she’s never looked more beautiful.
“Good? That's all you have to say, Ms. Brilliant Reporter, who's so damn good with words?”
She laughs lightly, scoring her nails across my scalp in a way that makes my eyes drift closed and a low groan fill my chest. “We could argue about the proper verbiage if you'd like.”
Raven squeezes around me, her cunt tightening like a vise on my throbbing cock, and even after all this time, she still has the power to undo me in a goddamn second.
I lower my forehead against hers and release a shaky breath. “If I start arguing with you, Firefly, this is not going to last very long.”
She laughs, and I capture the sound with another kiss, terrified she's going to wake Constance, and we're not going to get to finish what I started this morning.
Raven moans against my lips and rocks her hips, trying to get me to move.
We can table this argument until later, because right now, I just need this woman. I need what she can give me, what only she brings to my life. The sense of completion. The sense of peace that I've been looking for ever since the day the mountain changed forever.
