Her cries were becoming more strained, my name on her tongue more of a plea to set us free.
“Tell me,” I breathed out.
“With me,” she hardly got out. “Please. I’m—”
I flipped her over, not losing a beat. Then I took my position from behind, watching her through the reflection in the glass. Her thighs trembled, and her head went down.
Collecting her hair, I pulled her head back, giving me access to her face. Her eyes were almost closed, a glistening of green reflecting back at me, and her throat was totally unguarded. The pulse there beat frantically, a tiny bird caught in a steel cage, about to be set free to the beast that fell in love with her. I could almost see the pulse of it through her skin. I could feel it pulsating against me, like I felt the tightness of her against my cock.
This woman. All. Fucking. Mine.
“Please! Don’t. Stop!”
“Don’t stop,what?”
“Don’t stop,my husband.”
She sounded drunk.
I slammed into her again, watching her face as it filled with so much pleasure that it was hard to hold back. Just before she came to me, I flipped her over again, demanding something different, wanting her to gaze up at me with those glazed-over green eyes.
Fire immured in emeralds.
It stoked my own fire that I was the only man who had ever seen her this way. Would ever get to see her this way.
“Now,” I ordered. “Now, Scarlett.”
Her name was a guttural plea and a growl.
She answered both.
Lifting myself, I stared down at her. Her eyes were closed, her arms spread wide, fingers languid and spread out, and her entire body coated with sweat.
Yeah, we had gone a few miles.
Leaning down, I licked a bead of sweat from her throat, eliciting a softmmmfrom her mouth when I reached her lips.
“Sleep now,” I whispered against them.
“I was trying to do that before,” she muttered, still sounding drunk. The moment before the pass-out comes from too much consumption.
My mouth twitched with the urge to laugh. Instead, I kissed her softly and ran a hand through her damp hair. Her waves stuck to her skin like she was made of glue. Her skin was flushed, blushing all over.
She winced when I pulled out of her, and I did too. The separation was a visceral thing.
My want for her was like gluttony. I’d spend my entire life wanting to be buried deep inside of her.
I situated us back in the center of the bed. She held me tighter, her nails almost digging into my flesh, while she kept placing soft kisses on my skin, her eyes closed.
“You feel too far now.” She almost purred against my chest when I pulled her even closer. Then the rest of her words came out slurred, almost incomprehensible.
I love you.
I love you so much.
Don’t ever leave me.
I love you so, so much.
