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“How about we don’t, then?” she whispered.
“That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a long time,” he whispered back as he kissed her again.
He licked over her bottom lip and then flicked his tongue to the corner of her mouth before lapping delicately at her upper lip. With a sigh, she relaxed and opened her mouth for him, her lips parting as his tongue slid inward, spreading his taste over her tongue.
When he drew away, his eyes were blazing with intensity and conviction.
“Thank you, my angel. For giving me . . . hope. For showing me what a real holiday with . . . family . . . feels like. I’ll never forget this Thanksgiving. Ever. It—and you—mean the world to me.”
“Make love to me,” she urged, suddenly impatient to feel him on her, inside her, warming her from the inside out.
“Oh I am,” he said in a hushed, reverent tone. He kissed her once, twice and then a third time. “I understand that our relationship—and sexual relationship—is built on your submission and my dominance and that a certain amount of kink factors in. But tonight I’m going to make love to you. Tonight, kink has no place in our bedroom. Just you and me, and me loving you. Showing you my love.”
She sucked in her breath so sharply she nearly passed out. Oh God, did he even realize what he was saying? Drake wasn’t the kind of man to say things he didn’t mean in the heat of the moment.
He’d come so close to saying everything she could ever hope for or dream of. For now it was more than enough. He wanted to show her his love. His love was all she ever wanted. Nothing else. Just him and his heart. His love. For all time.
He took his time. Never had he displayed such a remarkable amount of patience or exacting determination to withhold both of their pleasure until they were both senseless with it. He kissed and licked every inch of her body, spending an extra amount of time at her breasts and then between her legs.
She was frantic with need, gasping, arching, crying out as her body throbbed and she climbed higher and higher up the peak. For nearly an hour, he stroked and caressed, kissed and licked, murmured sweet, beautiful words to her that she memorized and sealed into her heart, never to be forgotten.
Each time she urged him to slide inside her and give them both what they wanted, he’d smile and simply ignore her plea, opting instead to bring her to even greater heights of pleasure and blinding need.
She was nearly sobbing, out of her head with mind-numbing ecstasy when finally he parted her legs and gently positioned himself between them.
“Look at me, Angel,” he said in a tender voice.
Her eyes locked with his and satisfaction burned brightly in his gaze.
“Take me,” he whispered. “All of me.”
He surged deep, taking her breath with the swiftness and power of his possession. He was deep. So much deeper than ever before. He seemed as determined as she was for him to take every inch. She could deny him nothing. She lifted her legs and hooked them around his back and lifted her hips so the angle of his entry was even better.
He hesitated the barest of seconds and then powered forward again, burying himself to the hilt.
Her vision blurred and she knew she couldn’t possibly hold on a minute longer. She was too close. Too aroused. She needed him too much.
“Drake!” she cried out. “Please. Don’t stop. Not now!”
“No, Angel. Never,” he vowed.
He drove himself forward, melting into her body as she wrapped arms and legs tightly around him. She melted into his arms, her body soft and pliable, so accepting of him.
The first blast of her orgasm rocked her to her very core. She had no awareness in those few moments as pleasure, sharp, edgy like a knife, sliced its wicked way through her body, all the way to her very soul.
Her eyes blanked, the pupils constricting. She tried to focus on Drake’s fierce expression, the possession she saw so clearly outlined on his face, but it was simply too much.
Every muscle and nerve ending in her body tensed to the point of pain. She drew herself up in agony, trying to clutch more fiercely at Drake. She was sobbing. She dimly registered the fact that she was sobbing and begging and pleading.
And then his mouth found hers and he swallowed up her loud cry as she let it out into the night.
The entire world around her burst, exploded into a cacophony of color and sensation. So much pleasure. It winged its way through her body, foaming thickly through her veins, bathing every inch of her skin.
She couldn’t breathe, so Drake breathed for her. He swallowed up her air and then offered her his. Nothing had ever felt so intimate and sweet. Never had she felt this kind of love for any other man. She never would.
