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“I want to hold you down and taste your need for me. I want to fill my ears with your whimpers.” His hand released my hair and gripped the back of my neck instead. “I want to sink deep inside of you and fill you with my seed. Your mouth is nice, but I crave feeling your pretty pussy wrapped around my cock.”
My core clenched as he pressed the aforementioned weapon of destruction against my ass.
“Do you want that too, Andie?” he asked.
“You have no idea how badly I want to say yes, but I can’t, Molev.”
He growled and spun me around, picking me up and pinning my back to the wall while wrapping my legs around his waist.
“You can,” he said angrily a second before his lips claimed mine.
I reveled in the turbulent kiss and returned it with a hunger of my own. He thrust against the cradle of my thighs, rubbing me in all the right places as one hand wedged between us and kneaded my breast.
When he pulled away to nibble a path down the column of my throat, I arched my neck to give him better access.
“Tell me you want what I want,” he repeated. “Tell me you are mine.”
“Being yours and being physically ready to be yours in every way are two different things,” I said.
He pulled back to scowl at me, and I lightly kissed his chin. Then his jaw and his collarbone.
“Why do we need to rush? Can’t you give us a chance to enjoy each new step?”
“I’ve waited thousands of lifetimes for you, Andie. Isn’t that patience enough?”
“If you’ve already waited that long, what’re a few more weeks?”
He growled and stepped back from the wall, cupping my ass with one hand as he carried me with him.
“What do you fear?” he asked as he made his way to the bedroom.
I cupped his face as he lowered me to the mattress. “I fear that sex won’t be enough, Molev. Give me some time to figure out how to give you my heart too.”
He inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes and touched his forehead to mine.
“I wish you could love me as readily as I love you.”
No matter how much I tried not to, I internally shuffled about ten steps back.
“Love? You don’t know me well enough to love me,” I said.
“Do you truly believe there is anything that I might learn that would stop me from loving you? I know there isn’t.”
I turned my head away. It was a stupid mistake. One that I realized a second too late.
He growled. Not in that playful way or the frustrated one but in the way he’d growled on the Loveland mission. The way that struck a note of fear in me.
While that sensation was still vibrating its way up my spine, he grabbed my legs and tugged them hard enough that I fell back and slid partway off the bed. My pants disappeared, whisked away by deft hands that moved too quickly.
His palm settled over the base of my throat, his pinky just below my clavicle, while his thumb curved around the column. It wasn’t a chokehold but the hinted threat of one. It didn’t matter that I knew he wouldn’t hurt me; I still felt fear.
“Molev, wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
His mouth covered mine, and he kissed me with the same pent-up frustration as before. I didn’t even think of shying away from it. I knew better. Instead, I reached between us, stretching until I could rub my palm along his trapped, hard length.
He pulled back with another angry sound, but I chased him, claiming his lips before he could say anything else. My pursuit calmed him a little. Some of the tension left his hold on my neck, and the kiss gentled.
When he pulled back a second time to look down at me, I didn’t chase him. I begged. Prettily.
