“They’re true. Can you say the same, Amos? Can you promise you won’t leave me?” I can’t explain why I asked that. Maybe because, despite our physical closeness, he feels distant.
“There’s nowhere else for me but with you, Lilly. Never has been,” he says, kissing my lips softly. “Never will be.”
He lifts me into his lap and sits on the couch.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I ask.
“I can’t stay long, but I couldn’t leave without seeing you.”
“Leave?”
“Shhh . . . No talking. I want you to give yourself to me, no questions, no promises.”
I’m terrified now, because half of him seems to be pulling away, and this feels so much like a goodbye.
I push the fear away and decide to leap into our abyss, because despite the terror of falling, he’s worth it.
“I want you. Take me.”
His thick fingers stroke my sex, testing me, his eyes never leaving mine.
Like always, the size difference between us drives me nearly insane with need.
“Please,” I beg.
“So impatient,” he murmurs, rolling one of my nipples between his fingers. “Are you wet for me, love?” His thumb brushes over my clit while his other hand torments my breast.
“Please,” I beg again, all pride forgotten.
He watches every reaction, and to tease him, I rise slightly in his lap, lining myself up with the head of his cock and rocking gently.
“You’re delicious. Every part of you drives me wild. Your pussy, your tits, your ass, your mouth,” he growls as I melt in his arms. “I’m going to taste you every day.”
Amos is raw—but I love his roughness. His words make me fall even deeper for him.
“I want that. No matter where we are—whenever you say the word, I’ll give you everything.”
“Because you’re mine,” he finishes, daring me to contradict him.
“I am.” I don’t hesitate. “Only yours. No one else’s. Show me what it means to be your woman.”
His beautiful cat eyes lock onto mine. “I don’t deserve you,” he says, almost to himself.
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
“Don’t ever say that again. I’m not a prize or a saint. I’m flesh and blood—flawed, just like anyone else. Don’t put me on a pedestal. That’s not where I want to be. I want to be in your arms, in your life.”
He shifts me, laying me down on the couch, his huge body hovering over me, finally free of the guilt he’s been carrying.
He looks into my eyes as he enters me, then down to where our bodies are joined.
I follow his gaze, like a reverent disciple. I can’t imagine anything more erotic than him claiming my body. His powerful thighs barely fit between mine.
He moves just a few inches, giving me a taste of what’s coming, and I lift my hips, trying to take more of him in.
He breathes deeply and thrusts. “Baby, I have no control when it comes to you. I don’t want to hurt you. I feel like I’m going insane.”
