“Don’t be silly.” I pushed him back down onto the bed, tightened my towel around me, and slid off him. I rushed from the room, grabbed my phone, and was back before Sylvik could do much more than push himself up on his elbows.
I waggled the phone at him. “Got it,” I announced as I shimmied back up beside him and pulled up Ethan’s latest communication. “He sent me a plane ticket this afternoon—leaves tomorrow morning.”
Sylvik’s arm snaked around my middle. “Brooke, that’s?—”
“A dick move, right? That’s what you were going to say.” My fingers were flying over the screen as I composed my reply. “He offered me a higher percentage of that wedding—the one where they wantedmyvision.”
“The celebrity,” he said softly. “That’s what you’ve been working so hard for.”
“Yep.” I typed my name at the end of my reply and looked up to beam at Sylvik. “But not anymore. Ready?” When he blinked at me, I cleared my throat and began to read.
Ethan,it took being this far away to realize how much better off I am without you. You’re a manipulative, cruel jerk, and I don’t need you or your so-called help. You’re welcome to try to recreate my creative genius, but I doubt it’ll work. Good luck with your spreadsheets, only not really. In short, Ethan, fuck you. Consider yourself blocked.
Sylvik had begunto chuckle as I read out loud, and now he lifted me by my hips and rolled onto his back, so I ended up straddling him once more. “You’re perfect. Don’t forget to add that, after hisso-called helppart.”
Grinning, I jabbed at the keyboard. “I’m perfect the way I am.”
“Yes, you are,” Sylvik murmured, shifting me back so his cock sat along the cleft of my ass. “So damn perfect.”
I was flying high, caught in the updraft of his love. “Ready?” I met his eyes, and when he nodded, I hit thesendbutton, then blocked him. “I don’t want to hear from him again.”
“I’m ridiculously lucky to have a female like you in my life, Brooke Starr.”
Never, in the history of ever, had a guy said that to me. Grinning, I tossed my phone behind me, and heard it hit the floor as I leaned over him, my towel coming undone. “I love you, Sylvik.”
When our lips met, he was smiling as well, and one of his tusks scraped over my lip, causing us both to shiver. His large hands settled on my hips, his touch making me hot again. Or maybe that was his tongue, and the way it played over my skin.
“There is a knowing,” he murmured against my throat as I arched in his hold. “You are mine.”
“Yes.”Yes. “And you are mine.”
“Mate,” Sylvik growled, and it sounded as if the growl came from his chest. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I sighed as his hand hefted my breast, lifting it toward his mouth. “All yours. Forever.”
We moved in easy harmony, not having to speak to be understood. Our towels came undone, mine falling to the floor as I bent over him. As he caressed and fondled my breasts and sides, I skimmed over him until my core slid along his cock, my wet folds bracketing his ridges.
We both groaned when I slid across his cock, each ridge sending sparks of shuddering pleasure through me. His fingers toyed with my nipples, rolling them, tweaking them, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped, my hips moving faster, slicking his cock with my arousal. As I leaned forward, each ridge rubbed against my clit, sending sparks of sensation coursing through me. I could feel the pressure building, the need formoreconsuming me.
Sylvik’s hands moved to my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with a power that made me shudder, guiding my movements. His gaze was locked onto mine, his glowing green eyes filled with love andneed. I could see the strain in his muscles, the tension in his jaw as he held back, letting me set the pace.
But I was done with teasing. I needed him inside me.
Now.
I lifted myself up, positioning his cock at my entrance. I could feel the thick head pushing against me, the ridges promising a world of pleasure. I sank down, slowly, so slowly.
The first ridge slipped inside, and I gasped at the sensation. It was intense, a mix of pleasure andfullnessthat had me craving more. I sank down further, each ridge stretching me, filling me, teasing me. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein. It was exquisite torture.
I panted, my breath coming in short gasps as I took more of him. Each previous time we’d done this had been so fast that this time, holding his gaze, felt like a new beginning. We could take our time, despite how eager my body was to be filled by my Mate. I could feel him throbbing inside me, could feel the pressure building with each glorious inch…
And then, finally, I was fully seated, my ass resting against his thighs.
My orgasm burst over me, my body convulsing around him. I gasped at the suddenness of it, my head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over me. But Sylvikdidn’t give me time to recover. He began to move, his hips thrusting up as he held me in place with both hands now.
His gaze held mine, the connection between us intense, magical. This was more than just sex, more than even making love. This was abond, a promise. This was us, sealing our future together.
Each thrust sent another wave of pleasure crashing over me. I could feel every ridge of his cock dragging against my inner walls, sending shocks of sensation coursing through me. The pressure was building again—or maybe it had never stopped?—my body coiling tighter and tighter.
