“Saints, Willow,” he muttered between a tightly set jaw. “You have no idea how much I craved the sight of you when you were gone. I would have moved mountains to get you back.”
I trailed a hand over his pants up to his belt buckle, undoing it slowly. His erection already pressed against his pants, showing meexactlyhow much he had missed me.
“And Italy?” I said.
He scoffed. “Forget about Italy. You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you out of my sight for a second, let alone weeks in a foreign country.”
Apparently, my hands weren’t fast enough on his belt. He pushed them away and tugged it off himself, adjusting himself through his pants with a groan. Then he fell on me, pinning me to the bed with his weight as his teeth nipped at my ear.
“I don’t want to be apart from you for a single night.Thisis what I want…you under me every night. During the day, by my side with the children.”
He ground his hips into me, only his pants and my panties as a barrier to the union we both knew was coming. An overwhelming urge to become one with him was flooding my lower half. Every inch of my skin felt hypersensitive and alert, desperate for his touch. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. He groaned and briefly closed his eyes.
“I don’t deserve this,” he said. “After what happened at the gala and then letting Black Ember hijack the plane…”
I squeezed my legs tighter around his waist, enjoying this small measure of power I had over him. Though I strongly disagreed with his torture chamber on the thirteenth floor, I was beginning to understand the powerful thrill that came with torturing another soul. I began to rock my hips tantalizingly under him, causing his nostrils to flare with lust.
He slid a hand between my ass and the bed, squeezing hard. “If I’m not inside you in the next minute,” he hissed hotly in my ear, “I’m going to spank this sweet ass of yours until it’s red.”
I dragged my fingernails slowly down his back. “Not so fast,” I purred. “I think it’smyturn to be in control. For once, you’re going to listen to me.”
His eyes widened with a flash of indignation—no one controlled Severn Wilde—but I saw the effort he put into getting his temper back in check. He thought better of protesting and closed his mouth, though his simmering glare told me he was less than pleased.
So be it.I was far from done torturing him.
“Now,” I said seductively, pressing a hand on his bare shoulder, “Iwant to be on top.”
His muscles were coiled as though for battle, but he let me roll him over so his back was against the covers. I straddled him around the waist, pressing my hands down on his wide chest.
God, I thought, looking down at his body. He was the most gorgeous man alive, whether in human or fae form.
“We’re going to need to get rid of your pants,” I said, slowly pulling down the waistband. He tried to tug them off, but I wagged a finger at him. “No, no.Youdon’t move.”
I could tell how much he hated being told what to do—he practically growled at me. And yet there was a fire in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. Anger mixed with lust—a dangerous combination.
“And your panties,” he said in a ragged breath.
I placed a finger against his lips for him to be quiet, which made his nostrils flare harder. But he obeyed, and to reward him, I wiggled out of my underwear and tossed them into the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
Both of us naked, it was getting harder to maintain the act. We’d been apart for days, not knowing if we’d ever see each other again, having left things on terrible terms. Now, my body and soul alike ached to merge with him and put an end to this terrible torment. I wasn’t just torturing him—I was torturing the both of us.
His erection was thick and demanding. I could already feel my hips squirming in desire. Wetness was slick on his hips where I straddled him, my body’s way of begging for the terrible need to be filled.
“Willow, please.” I could see his control slipping. His cock was throbbing, pressing impatiently against my entrance. His hands gripped my thighs, digging into my skin hard enough to hurt, and I felt a shiver of hot ache.
I mounted him, my already wet center easily taking his full length. He filled me with a sudden flush of pleasure that made me moan aloud. The sound made him thrust his hips upward harder.
He pushed himself up on one hand, grabbing me around the ass with the other. “You’ve had your fun; now I’m in charge.”
I was so overcome with feverish heat that I didn’t have the inclination to object. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as he pulled out except for a single inch and then thrust himself back into me.
My head fell back, exposing my neck. His lips trailed along my jugular, his tongue licking up and down in time with his thrusts. My breath soon grew short as pressure built between my legs. I could hear the slick sounds of our sex coming together again and again, and it was all I could do to hold on to him.
Just as I was at the edge of climax, Severn picked me up around the waist while buried deep inside me and rolled me over onto my back.
On top of me, his thrusts were deeper, more possessive. It wasn’t long before the pressure became so unbearable that I felt completely swollen. I slipped a hand between us, feeling his cock lunging into me with pulsing thrusts. I was having difficulty concentrating.
I love him, I thought.
