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He pushed my legs up from the bed, dragging his tongue up and down aimlessly. Then he sucked on my clit again, which sent me into another mind-bending orgasm. There was something even more possessive about his hold, as if letting me go would break the magic we shared. Only when I stopped shaking did he ease back, kissing my thighs then rolling his lips up to my stomach.
Blinking, I adored the way he was looking at me, his eyes as magnetic as the man. As he crawled onto the bed, he yanked me up further, centering me perfectly. Then he took his time tasting my stomach, my chest, licking up one arm then down the other. When he drifted to my breasts, I bit my lower lip. As he’d done before, he teased me, swirling his tongue around one nipple then the other before biting down.
The pain was instant, pulling me into a moment of ecstasy. I envisioned having my nipples clamped, a thick metal chain between them so he could pull on it anytime. And as crazy as the thought was, I wanted to be branded with his name, so everyone knew I belonged to him. The thought was filthy and sinful, but I craved belonging to him in every way.
As he shifted between my legs, he hovered over me, twisting his head as he stared down, eyeing his possession as if determining what to do to me.
I had to touch him, to marvel in his perfect physique. He said nothing as I brushed my fingers down his neck, kneading his chest before lowering them ever so slowly to his beautiful cock. Laughing, I rolled the tip of my finger across his sensitive slit, rewarded with a few drops of pre-cum. I slipped my pinky through the glistening string, pulling it to my mouth.
The corner of his mouth turned upward as I sucked, every sound exaggerated.
“I could drown you in my cum, little bird.”
Even the way his chest was rising and falling was sexy as hell, the taste of him sweet yet salty. When I finally wrapped my hand around his shaft, he let out a series of growls that penetrated the room. The sound turned me on, reminding me that he was all male. He pinched my nipple, twisting it as I stroked him, the wry smile remaining on his face. But I knew this wouldn’t last for long, his hunger far too great.
“Put my cock inside of you, Wren. Now.” His commanding words sent another shiver down my spine, and I did as he directed, but not without teasing him for a few additional seconds. I rolled the tip up and down my slickened pussy, savoring the way he was looking at me. But the second I finally slipped it inside, he thrust his hips upward, driving the length further.
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out, only my ragged breathing as another wave of pleasure tickled my senses.
He ground his hips until he was fully seated inside then wrapped first one of my legs around his hips then the other. When he grabbed my arms, I thought he’d pin them over my head. Instead, he intertwined our fingers together, clasping his tightly around mine. As he rolled his hips, pinning me under his full weight, I shuddered to my aching core.
Exhaling, he held me in place, squeezing my hands as he studied me, his eyes never blinking. This wasn’t about fucking any longer. This was making love, increasing our connection, throwing away all the fears and concerns. This was about exploring each other, needing what only the other could provide. This was about… love.
An explosion of feelings mixed with the intense sensations, and I became emotional, tears slipping past my lashes, rolling down the sides of my face to the comforter. He looked concerned for a few seconds then smiled, as if understanding what I was going through. As he pulled out, lifting his hips, I dug my fingernails into his hands.
“Don’t worry, little bird. I’m not going anywhere.”
His soft words only allowed the tears to flow harder, spilling down my cheeks as he drove into me again. His cock continued to swell, filling me completely. Within seconds, I was close to another orgasm, but I wanted this to last all night long.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, lowering his head until our foreheads were pressed together. For those blissful seconds, we were as one, our bodies joined in every way possible. When he lifted his head again, I could tell something had changed within him, a dam broken or his armor slipping away. He was with me, not lost in a haze of guilt or shame. If only he would tell me what was wrong, I would go to the ends of the earth to make it right.
“I love you.” I don’t know why I felt the need to tell him again, but his eyes sparkled with the same fire from before as soon as I did.
“I love you. My perfect, sexy little bird.” As he plunged in and out, taking his time with every hard stroke, I fell more and more into the man.
Within seconds, I couldn’t hold back any longer and as soon as the wonderful wave of ecstasy began to spill through me, he captured my mouth, holding our lips together. He was allowing me to scream in pleasure, which I did, my body trembling under his. He slowed the rhythm, shifting his hips again, the angle pushing me to another climax, this one so intense the stars returned, butterflies swarming my stomach.
I was alive and on fire, breathless in wonderment. And I knew this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
As he pulled away, he never blinked as he thrust harder, his needs starting to build. I squeezed my legs, holding him in place, trying to meet every hard thrust. When his jaw clenched, his muscles tensing, I could tell he was close. And the second I squeezed my pussy muscles, he threw his head back, calling out my name.
“Wren…”
He erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed and I eased my head to the side, imagining all the wonderful things that could happen in the future.
Even though the sense of danger remained, crowding in on the happiness I felt. And for some reason I knew, he was the target.
Why would fate bring us together then threaten to tear us apart?
* * *
Phoenix
Love.
I’d never wanted to be in love. Hell, I was the guy who laughed when a couple of buddies in the war had fawned over pictures they’d received in the mail. I’d made fun of the guys as teenagers who’d fought over a girl in school, as if she would be with them for the rest of their lives. The high school sweethearts had made it less than a year, already in debt to their eyeballs, the divorces bitter and expensive.
And I’d professed more than once I’d never fall in love.
