“I trust you.”
“Fuck, Ryder.” James pushed through with one finger and I moaned, quickly begging for another.
My hand shuttled over his cock, slicking him up for me to sink down easily when the time came, but James wasn’t letting that happen as fast as I wanted. He spread and scissored his fingers, frustrating me by adding athird. I snarled when he tapped my prostate. He continued to assault that sweet spot inside of me until I was at the end of my rope. I trembled in his arms, struggling to keep myself upright.
My cock wept, dripping a puddle onto James’s stomach. He watched, damn near drooling.
All too soon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I scrabbled at his arm, rising onto my knees and reaching behind me to line his dick up with my entrance. Hands on my hips, he barely had time to brace himself before I sank down, sighing as I stretched around inch after glorious inch of him.
“Fuck,you feel good, Ryder,” James puffed, body vibrating with the effort of staying still. “And you look even better.”
With deep breaths, I rocked my hips until I was fully seated, swiveling to feel his cock shift inside me. My hands found his, fingers twisting together. I didn’t often need much time to adjust to him, but something about this moment made me want totake those extra few seconds to enjoy it—to enjoyhim.With my husband buried deep inside me, I held my breath until the initial discomfort faded, giving way to but the feeling of beingfull.
James shifted, patience wearing thin. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Come on, love,” he said, the set of his jaw and the rough husk to his voice giving away his fading resolve.
I peered down at him through heavy-lidded eyes, working for each hard-earned breath. Slowly rolling my hips, my eyes flitted to his neck, where his silver chain glittered in the moonlight. A year ago, the thought of being bitten without him wearing that particular piece of jewelry scared me to death. The idea of turning, the idea of being bound to one person for the rest of time was my biggest fear. But unbeknownst to me, fate had already decided that for me, bite or no bite.
James and I were entwined in every way possible. That damn vampire had wormed his way into my bed, into my life… and into my heart.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Months ago, at the beach house, I pleaded with him to keep the chain on. I wasn’t ready to turn yet, wasn’t ready to address what it meant for me. There were times in the beginning where I wouldn’t so much as kiss him without making sure that chain was securely in place.
Now, I leaned over and curled one hand around his neck, working the clasp open and throwing the jewelry across the room. The change in angle had James knocking against my prostate, and I cried into his mouth as he hauled me in for a blistering kiss.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. James anchored his feet on the mattress, slamming into me until I swore I could feel him in my throat. He set the pace, fucking into me at an inhuman speed.
The burn was intense, scorching every inch of my skin. For some, it may have been too much, but for me it was just enough. I’d always liked it rough, but something about being able to feel James in every part of me had me riding the edge faster than I was ridinghim.
Nipping at his lip to break the kiss, I turned my attention to his neck, making sure he heard my next words right in his ear. Tingling built in the base of my spine, and I fought hard to stave it off. “I’m close.”
James’s hands tightened onto my hips, pulling me onto his cock harder with each thrust. “Sit up for me, love.”
I did, feeling him hit parts of me that I never even knew existed. I swayed on the spot, but with his hands on me, I felt safe, secure.
I knew he’d never let me fall.
James squeezed, thumbs bound to leave bruises on my hips, but I didn’t care. The man could mark me up in any damn way he wanted, and I’d thank him for it.
Soon enough, I’d have multiple marks all over my body—just from him.
The thought alone sent me careening over the edge before I could stop it. I moaned, my cock pulsing my release onto James’s stomach and chest. With a primal snarl, James picked up speed. Had it not been for his tight grip on my waist, I was sure he would’ve sent me right through the ceiling. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, the organ damn near bursting through my skin as I came down from the high.
I held on tight, almost feeling a second wave of pleasure build before James’s cock swelled inside me, a hot rush of come flooding my ass a moment later.
I relaxed in his arms, a contented sigh pressing past my lips and a satisfied grin curling my mouth. I’d always enjoyed being claimed by my partners, but this was different. This was James.My husband and partner in every way that mattered. Mate bond or no, I’d chosen him. Those feelings that I’d been so scared of for so long were now something I welcomed with open arms.
Even as the highs from our orgasms faded and the reality of what was about to happen trickled in, I banished the nerves. As I caught my breath, James’s left hand trailed up my stomach, my chest, until my fingers threaded through his. Our rings knocked together, and I brushed his with my finger, reflecting on all we’d been through that brought us to that moment.
A couple of years ago, I watched Raleigh and Angel get married. Raleigh had tried to tell me that I’d understand wanting to settle down too, but I never imagined it would happen in such a short time.
“Love,” James said, pulling me from my thoughts.
I gazed into the deep-red eyes that had become my security blanket lately. One glance, and I could feel the tension easing from my body. “Hm?”
“Are you ready?”
