Shifting sideways, he gives the other side the same attention, this time making my back arch up to give him more of me, my feelings for the man raging wild inside of me and taking control of me in a way that I’ve never felt before.
“Red…” I moan, tangling my fingers in his hair as he drives me out of my mind, his lips and tongue dipping, licking, nipping, and tasting their way down my body.
After placing a feather-light kiss just below my navel, he slides off the bed to stand over me, shucking off the rest of his clothes until he stands beautifully bare in front of me, his arousal standing tall and proud, a testament to the uncontrolled desire in his gaze.
"Red," I whisper this time, my voice a hushed breath. "I need you.”
“I want you so damn much I’m barely hangin’ on here, darlin’.”
I bend at the waist, bringing me closer to him. My eyes drag down his body as I wrap my fingers around his shaft as much as I can and slide my hand up to the tip and down to the base again, loving the way his whole body shudders. His thick thighs lock tight, his hips shaking with the need to push forward and chase my touch. But I don’t want him to hold back–not with me–so I grip his side and flex my fingers, urging him to move with me.
“Don’t want to hurt you, darlin’,” he rasps.
Whatever he sees conveyed in my gaze has him dropping his head back and groaning. Ever so slowly, he rocks forward, thrusting gently into my fist. The moment I wrap my lips around him, the growl that’s drawn out of him is so deep and low that I feel the sound ricochet through me. Now it’s my mission to get him to do it again and again, one I succeed at. I move my mouthand hand in sync, his cock swelling and throbbing in my hold as I massage the whole length at the same time.
“Damn, Mags. Your mouth…”
In the blink of an eye, I’m pulled off him, his hands gently pushing me onto my back as he drops to his knees in front of me. Draping my legs over his shoulders, I barely have a chance to catch the downright starving look in his eyes before he dives between my legs, his breath hot against my skin where he presses eager kisses up my legs.
Crossing my ankles behind his back, I lift my hips toward him, my fingers tangling in his hair, my whole body convulsing the moment his tongue touches me. Swirling, trailing, tasting, wanting.
His big hands frame my waist, rocking my pelvis back and forth to match the strokes of his tongue and the slide of his lips. His teeth gently rake across my most sensitive part as he devours me, his deep hums send goosebumps all over my skin.
I’m torn between holding on or letting go, the pleasure he's giving me scattering my brain leaving only instinct and need in its wake.
My muscles tense, my core tightens, and tingles travel up and down my spine as my impending release rushes close, the feeling so powerful that I know I’m forever ruined for anyone else because the only man I'll ever need for the rest of my life is driving me to the brink of insanity with just his mouth.
Dipping his chin lower, he wraps his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and slowly curls one, then two long fingers inside of me. After that, there's no chance of me holding back anything–I don’t want to. Not with Red. Never again. He's myOne, my soulmate. The missing half of my heart I never thought I'd finally find.
“Red…” I moan, my hips rising to meet him, my fingers flexing against his scalp where I might be literally tearing his hair out.
His dark eyes look up through his lashes, his smoky gaze filled with want, need, and hungry desire. “Let go, darlin. Let me see you soar.”
The words are like a match to a flame, my entire being, heart and soul, shatter under his touch, my vision blurring as my body takes on a mind of its own. I scream out his name, my climax driving higher and higher until I'm wrung dry and floating back to reality.
His touch turns soft and gentle as he brings me back down from my incredible high, more powerful than I’ve ever felt before.
The moment my brain reengages, my craving for the man is renewed and stronger than ever. I need to feel him over me, inside me. I want him to claim me as his. To make love to me and complete the prophesy, binding us together forever.
With one last kiss on my hip, he slowly shifts back up the bed, bracing himself on one arm. He stares down at me, wonder filling his gaze.
“Darlin’…” he whispers, his face all that I can see, his body cloaking mine, the head of his cock notched at my entrance.
I cradle his jaw and pull him down for a long, slow, and deep kiss, craving the taste of him, needing him desperately. "I want you, Red," I say, tracing his bottom lip with my tongue and pulling a rumbling groan out of him that I feel as much as hear.
He rests his forehead against mine, our gazes locked and full of so much feeling my heart punches my ribs in sync with his pounding pulse.
"I love you," I whisper against his lips, his eyes darkening.
He pushes forward, burying himself inside of me, sliding home and completing the Call. I moan deep and low, wrapping myself around him so that he’s all I can see and feel. Nothing else exists except us.
After that, there's no more talking. Our bodies are like magnets, barely pulling apart before joining together again. He's all I can see, all I can feel. He's in me, on me. He's everything I could ever want and will ever need. I'm at peace and for the first time in my entire forty-nine-year-old life, I feel complete. Whole.Happy.
He kisses me as he slowly pulls out of me and back in, over and over again, my body awakening with every deep thrust of his hips against mine. When we’re not kissing, we’re just breathing each other in, our eyes locked, lips touching and moving, hands roaming everywhere within reach.
His breathing labors, our bodies hot as they slide and rub together. When he strokes against that spot inside me, I see stars and quicker than I ever thought possible I’m chasing another release, desperate to give him the same pleasure in return.
"Love you, darlin. Love you so damn much. Right in front of me the whole damn time. Could've had this–had you–for years," he murmurs against my lips as if he can't hold it in any longer.
