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I dropped my head back to my pillow and his mouth hit my neck.
I moaned.
The bristles of his beard, the softness of his lips, the slickness of his tongue, and the scrape of his teeth sent waves of pleasure to my toes.
I pushed my hips back into his groin, but his knee blocked me from nestling in. I wiggled in frustration. He ran his hand down my side to wrap firmly around my hip, shifted his knee, and rolled his pelvis against my ass, rocking that delicious hardness against me.
I hummed in anticipation, forgetting every single other thing in that moment, my attention laser focused on that heat. I reached behind me, grasping for his hip, pulling him closer. I mewled in protest when he pulled away, but he only rolled me onto my back and deliberately settled himself between my thighs.
My breath caught and I lay still, looking up into his shadowed face.
He pushed himself up to his knees, grasped the hem of my t-shirt, and swept it off over my head. He dropped his mouth to my chest and kissed my chest above my beating heart before rearing back and hooking his fingers into the sides of my panties.
His lips followed the path his fingers forged as he slowly worked my panties down my legs. Standing at the foot of the bed, he pushed his boxers down over his hips to the floor.
My stomach dipped and I grasped the sheets in my fists. This was happening too fast and not fast enough. I watched as he bent and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my ankle and the sweetness of it released my breath.
This Vander was my Vander.
Pressing kisses along the length of my legs to my thighs, he brushed over my mons with a muttered curse, and moved up my body until he stretched out over me, bracing his weight on his arms and knees, his thick, muscled thighs spreading mine wide, the hair on his legs tantalizing the inside of my thighs.
Bending his neck, he brushed his mouth across mine, softly, reverently.
I pushed my thoughts away and rolled my hips impatiently, running my hands down his sides as he hovered over me. Slanting his mouth across mine, he kissed me gently as he slid deep inside.
We both stilled at the sweet relief of his homecoming.
He stroked the hair at my temples with his thumbs, his dark eyes locked on mine, and touched the tip of my nose with his. Moments like these only happened in my dreams and dreams dissipate like smoke in the morning.
I trembled.
He kissed me softly.
I struggled to maintain my grasp on reality. Reality taught me that this wouldn’t last, people don’t stay.
He countered every thought with a kiss, peeled back the layers of protection I’d built to house the fear and anxiety inside. The door that he’d cracked open only a week before swung wide on rusty hinges flooding my doubt with his faith, my despair with his hope, my dark with his light.
Utterly exposed and completely defenseless against him, I knew the only way out now was through, and I doubted my heart would survive another loss.
Oh, God!
I closed my eyes.
Emotion welled up in my chest, the pain from the bumps along our broken road hitching my breath and escaping in rivulets from beneath my closed lids.
He kissed each tear away.
Then he moved, his long, hard body sliding over mine. Cradling my head between his palms, he watched as I battled my demons.
Bit by bit, the pleasure he doled out, so exquisitely, eclipsed the fear, anaesthetized the pain, and focussed my attention to the perfection of his body inside mine.
I ran my hands down our sides, reveling in the feel of our bodies’ alignment. I reached around to grasp the tightened muscles of his ass, felt them flex as he slowly pumped in and out of me.
I dragged my palms up to flatten them against his back.
I pulled him closer, crushing my breasts against his hard chest.
Lined up our heartbeats.
