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“Either that, or I’ll crash and burn.”
He pulls me roughly toward him. “No,” he growls. “I’ll be there to catch you.”
I look up at him, his face half-lit by the moon, the other half shrouded in darkness. “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of,” I whisper. “Believing that.”
“Don’t be a fool, Taylor. You’ve made too many decisions for other people your whole life. Time to take what you want.”
“I did,” I say softly. “I took you. Even though you weren’t mine to take.”
“This is what I’m trying to tell you,tigrionok.”His scowl sharpens. “Don’t you get it? Don’t you see? I was yours from the very beginning.”
69
TAYLOR
Has someone ever whispered the key to your heart? Have they ever told you the words you were dying to hear? Murmured them right into your ear while the wind howled through the treetops and the rest of the world felt like it was thousands of miles away?
I was yours from the very beginning.
It’s what I’ve wanted. It’s what I’ve been waiting for. It’s what I always hoped life could be.
I press my lips to Ilarion’s and kiss him passionately, letting my tongue tangle with his. He pulls back and starts walking.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask in heartbroken confusion.
“Fucking hell, woman,” he grumbles, glaring down at me. “I want to fuck you on a bed for once.”
Then, before I can protest, he scoops me up. He practically jogs back into the cabin and throws me on the bed. I hit the mattress with a surprised yelp. He’s on me almost immediately, pawing and tearing at his clothes and mine until we’re both naked.
Then he pulls back once again. His eyes are gleaming and ravenous. The candlelight in the chandelier overhead dances over every nook and cranny, every crag and crevice of his sculpted frame.
“Fuck,” he rasps at last. “You are a work of art.”
I blush deeply. If I weren’t already lying down, my legs might have buckled. What am I supposed to say to that? The answer is nothing. It’s just more of his words unlocking every part of me I’ve ever tried to hide away so it can’t be hurt.
But he’s coaxing it all out of me. I’m exposing every last inch of myself to him—of my body, of my heart, of my soul.
And he’s saying it’s beautiful and asking for more.
I reach for his hips and pull him to me. My hands encircle his girth and stroke gently. His moan, a deep, rumbling baritone, sends a shiver straight to my core.
This kind of power is intoxicating.
I lean up and wrap my lips around the tip. When I suck, his hands instantly tangle in my hair. I run my tongue over his cock as I suck harder on him. I take it slow at first, and then deeper the more comfortable I get. He’s huge, so it takes considerable effort to relax my jaw and swallow him down more.
But by the way he tugs on my hair and groans, but holds back from rocking into me, I can tell he’s willing to wait while I adjust.
And I do, with every pull of my mouth and every downward breath. I figure out very quickly that when I moan, I don’t gag, so I moan some more.
I moan alotmore, actually, both from my own pleasure and for the way it’s driving him wild. Before long, he’s all but fucking my throat while he groans and trembles.
But then, suddenly, he grabs me by the roots of my hair and yanks me back. Ilarion gazes into my eyes with this wild hunger that should terrify me.
Instead, it only makes me want more of him. More of his wildness.
“I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep doing that,” he warns. “And I can’t let that happen. I won’t be satisfied until I ruin that beautiful pussy of yours.”
He takes my hand and drags me up to my feet. Then he lifts me into his arms again and walks me over to the glass window that overlooks the mountain range. He pushes my back against the cold surface and sheathes himself inside of me.
