“I don’t want anyone else,” I whispered. “Just you, it was always just you.”
He rammed his fingers back inside, pressing against my walls. I gasped, my fingers yanking at the button of his pants, trying to get them. He leapt off me and yanked them down, his cock bouncing free and pointing at me. I pushed up to a seated position and pulled the dress over my head, letting it drop to floor. He stared at me, taking in my breasts, my stomach, my opened legs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped.
I shifted to the edge of the bed, my fingers grabbing his ass and tugging him closer. A primal groan filled the room as my mouth wrapped around his cock and sucked, sliding up and down its hefty length. His hand fisting my hair, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his soft groans caressing my ears. I almost choked on his length, taking as much of him as I could, but not able to take all, my fingers roamed the end I couldn’t quite reach, the heat building in my own body at the sound of his desire.
In an abrupt motion, he pulled his cock from my mouth, then guiding my shoulders to the bed, he grasped the back of my thighs, dragging my hips higher, and paused, his cock at the edge of my vagina, before sliding the tip in. Not enough—not fucking far enough. He teased in and out no more than an inch.
I bucked up, trying to take more, desperate to feel more. “Deeper,” I panted, “harder.”
“Patience, my love.” He circled his cock over my clit. “We have all night to play.” Half the night actually; it was well past midnight. His hands spreading my legs wider, he dropped to his knees. He licked and sucked at my wetness as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste, as if he wanted to suck me dry, but I only got wetter. His tongue darted in and out, circling over my clit, making me dizzy.
“Oh, Karson,” I breathed, my orgasm building. The heat was delicious and almost unbearable. “I going to come.”
I let out a curse of frustration when he stopped licking and climbed to his feet, his hands tight on my thighs. “Seriously, you can’t do that to me! I was about to come.”
“I know.” He smirked. “Stand up.”
I climbed to my feet. “What, why di?—”
His hands were on my hips as he lifted me up gently and turned me around, his chest pressing on my back. He leaned in, his hand grazing softly over my breasts, down my stomach, over the thin patch of hair on my core. “I noticed Ethan’s hands on your back tonight,” he said with a hushed gentleness into my ear. “I can smell him on your skin.” Now there was a clip of annoyance in his tone, but his kisses and his touch were feather light as he traced his lips down my neck, along my spine. “No one will ever touch you ever again.” Now his voice came out littered with emotion, but his promise was strong and perhaps a little possessive. No one would ever hurt me again. “My scent is the only scent you will breathe. My lips are the only lips you will taste, and my hands, Amelia, are the only hands that you will feel.”
His kisses continued down my back, and he dropped to his knees, kissing, licking and sucking every inch of my skin, my ass, and the tops of my legs.
He rose, grabbing me by the shoulders and spinning me to face him. We locked eyes. “You are mine, and only mine.”
Perhaps I shouldn’t be turned on by the possessiveness in his voice. I probably should be annoyed—the scent was only Ethan, after all, and he was my friend. But I wasn’t because his promise wasn’t just about Ethan, and because every cell in my body wanted him on every part of me—his scent, his touch, his taste. And maybe it made me a little sick and twisted, but I wanted to hear him claim me as his and only his.
As Karson stared at me, his eyes were dark and brewing with a thousand differing emotions, but there was no doubt, no hesitation in his gaze.
And I knew in that moment that I’d forever be safe.
Overwhelmed with the burst of emotion, I made a sound that was more like a whine than a moan. My hand trembled as I placed it on the side of his face, thinking how he’d promised I’d be his, and only his, but not how he’d be mine.
“I want to be yours, forever and always, and … I want you to be mine,” I whispered.
He took my hand in his, holding it cupped against his jaw. “The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew no matter how far I roamed, or how hard I tried to fight it, your heart belonged to mine …” He drew in a shuddering breath, his eyes welling with tears, his fingers stroking the back of my hair. “And I promise you this, Amelia, my heart belongs to yours. Forever and always.”
Our lips met again, softer this time. My arms hooked around his neck. His hands roamed my back, pulling me tightly against him. Body on body, heart on heart, our promise singing an endless tune amongst the stars.
I tugged him backwards and we tumbled to the bed. He dipped his head to the crook of my neck, his nose nudging my ear. “I love you,” he said, his tone laced with huskiness. “I love you so much my heart aches when you’re not near.”
“We need to do something about that, then,” I answered, a smile on my lips, opening my legs wider and hooking my ankles over his calves. “How about you get closer still until we become one.”
He ran a finger over the side of my jaw, over my lips. I took it in my mouth and sucked. “It sounds almost like a cure,” he rasped.
“I’m a multitalented witch like that.” For once, I didn’t want to hide what I was. I knew deep in my soul that he didn’t care about what breathed in my blood, only what lived in my heart. My fingers roamed his muscled ass, trailing down his hip, toward his cock. His weight pinned to mine and I couldn’t get access, so I bent my head up, kissing and sucking his neck, the heat bursting through my body, my groin throbbing to be filled. I pulled away, laying my head on the pillow, arching my hips so his cock rubbed the edge of my folds. My nails dug into his ass, urging him inside me.
“Fuck me,” I breathed.
With a deep groan, Karson stared into my eyes as entered me agonizingly slowly, gently, as if he was scared I’d break apart. Our mouths clashed as he thrust in and out, too slow, too soft. I raked his back, clenching my fingers into his hair.
His hand cupped my breast, squeezing. His lips trailed my throat, he nipped, sending ripples of pleasure swarming over my body. I moaned, closing my eyes, lost in the feel of his mouth on my skin, his honey-cinnamon scent caressing my nose, his cock moving inside me and the rush of heat building like starlight burning bright.
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice like a command. “Look at me, Amelia. You are mine, you will always be mine.”
My eyes fluttered open to meet his hooded gaze. “Yours,” I rasped as he slowed his thrusting to a point where I felt like I was going to go crazy. I writhed against him, my groin soaked and throbbing for more.
