“He’s angry. At everyone. I appreciate you’re trying to help him.” I take some more sips of the toddy.
“I guess he has to help himself. And what about you?” He’s looking down at me, his eyes intense. His gaze drops to my lips and then back up.
“What about me?”
“I was meant to be your enemy. And here you are, sitting on my bed just like you were made to be here. Like we’re friends. More than friends…” His smile is that of the apex predator stalking his prey and it jolts me to my core. He takes the glass from my hands and sets it on the nightstand.
"Who would have thought?" His husky whisper fans across my skin, eliciting goosebumps. "I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, beautiful. Five years ago I told myself I’d wait until I found the mother of my child. No other women until her. And I found you, finally. My enemy-turned-lover."
His hand snakes around my waist, pulling me flush against him. Every line of his muscular frame presses into my soft curves, creating a delicious friction that has me biting my lip. His fingers trace delicate patterns down my spine before settling at the small of my back, bold and possessive. Saxon's mouth captures mine. His tongue sweeps across my lower lip, coaxing it open for him. I’m surrounded by his scent, leather and wood mixed together, as he kisses me harder.
His hand slides lower to squeeze my ass and I gasp against his mouth, my body arching instinctively into him. His other hand moves up to palm my breast through my shirt, thumb brushing over the pebbled nipple in a teasing caress that sparks pleasure deep within my core. I want to feel those big hands on my skin. I unbutton my shirt and unhook my bra as he groans.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel.” He palms my breasts, dropping his head to suck each one in turn, grazing his teeth on each nipple, then taking them into his mouth as I arch my back. He brings his head up and kisses me again, rougher this time.
"Say it," he murmurs against my lips, his voice commanding. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to fuck you, to make you mine. Nothing between us, so I can fill your sweet pussy up with my hot cum. Put a baby inside that belly, make you round and full with my child. The sooner the better."
His fingers slip beneath the waistband of my jeans, tracing heated patterns on my lacy white panties. My breath is coming out in ragged gasps. I fumble at the zip of my jeans, trying to get them off. All I want is to feel him inside me, right now.
"I...I want this." The words tumble out in a breathless rush and his dark eyes flash with primal satisfaction. With a swift move, he hooks his thumbs at the sides of my jeans and yanks them down.
“My sweet angel. Have you done this before?”
I shake my head.
"No," I whisper, my voice shaking as he slides my panties down over my hips and tosses them away, exposing me to his hungry gaze. "I want you to be the first."
My words are barely audible as he exposes my pussy to his probing fingers, tracing the lips with a gentle roughness that sends shivers of anticipation down my spine. His lips trail down my body as he spreads my legs apart. He groans softly, his tongue darting out to taste me for the first time, lapping slowly at my nectar like he's savoring it. He starts to lick my clit with a slow, steady pace that makes me moan even louder.
As his fingers delve inside me, I clutch at his shoulders, arching into his touch. He growls low in his throat, approval and desire mixing together. It vibrates against my skin and makes me shiver again. He slides one, then two fingers inside me, stretching me just enough to elicit a gasp. His other hand cups my breast, thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple.
"You’re so wet for me," he mutters against my skin.
I moan as his tongue swirls around my clit, sucking it into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth. Heat radiates from his touch, spreading through my whole body like wildfire. His big fingers sliding in and out of my pussy make my muscles twitch and spasm around him involuntarily, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my core.
As he continues to tease me with his fingers and tongue, I start to rock my hips against him in time with his movements, moaning. My breathing is ragged as he increases the pace, licking my clit until I'm begging for release.
"Don't stop…"
I can't even form a coherent thought as I’m consumed by a wave of pure pleasure, my pussy clenching again and again, tightening against his fingers as I come hard.
When he finally pulls back from between my legs, leaving me gasping for air, his eyes are dark.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, angel. Put a baby inside you. You’re mine.”
I nod my head, my core clenching as he undoes his leather pants. His massive cock springs free and I gawk at it.
He spreads my legs wider, lining himself up with my soaking wet entrance as his thumb strokes my clit.
“You’re mine. All mine.” His voice is a low growl. There’s a brief pain as he slowly pushes himself inside me. The pain turns to pleasure as he slides deeper, filling me up completely, and stretching me more than I thought was possible. It’s so good I scream a little and he growls in encouragement.
“That’s right, angel. Show me you like it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Saxon. I’m all yours. Come inside me…” My voice is breathy as his hand moves to my hips, adjusting my position so he can go even deeper. His thumb strokes my clit faster, matching the pace of his thrusts and I clutch the sheets as sparks dance all over my body at every movement.
"You're mine," he growls, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and biting softly, his nose brushing against mine as he starts moving in and out of me. He kisses me again, deep and hard, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.
With every thrust, he hits that sensitive spot inside me that makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back into my head. I gasp as he hits it again and again, our hips slapping together in rhythm. The musky smell of sweat and sex fills the air. My breasts are crushed against his hard chest, my nipples tingling from the friction. His strokes become faster, harder, bringing me closer to a second climax with each movement.
