He dropped me onto the bed, and I reached up, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to yank him on top of me. A chuckle rumbled from his chest as he settled over me, fingers coming to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I fucking missed you so much, little raven.”
He still wasn’t touching me. Not like I wanted. He was being too safe, too reserved. “I need you to touch me, Kreed.” With eager fingers, I removed his shirt, my nails tracing down the hard planes of his chest.
“Such an impatient little raven. I’m getting to it. Don’t rush me. I’ve waited too fucking long for this. I want to savor every inch of you.” His mouth was on mine again, different this time, gentler, slower, unhurried like a promise instead of a desperate plea. His hands slid from my face down to my waist, fingers finding the hem of my shirt and pushing it up, exposing my stomach. “God, your skin is so soft.”
I wiggled the rest of the way out of my shirt. The cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps that had nothing to do with temperature. His gaze tracked over me with an intensity, making me feel simultaneously exposed and worshipped, vulnerable and powerful. He lifted a finger, circling one of my breasts before moving to the other.
My breath came hard and fast, and I clenched my thighs together, the ache inside me craving more. I tangled my fingers in his hair right before he closed his mouth over the tip of one breast, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.
I bit down on my lip, but the moan escaped regardless. My back arched off the bed. As he destroyed me with his mouth, his fingers worked over my other breast, and I swore, if I could die from pleasure, Kreed was on the path of killing me. Gripping his shoulders, my nails dug into his muscles.
Lifting his head, he brushed the pad of his thumb along his bottom lip, and I couldn’t have found him sexier. “You’re sure this is what you want?” he asked one more time, giving me every opportunity to change my mind.
Instead of answering with words, I reached for him, fingers finding the button of his jeans and working it open, the zipper quick to follow. I wasted no time, slipping my hand inside his pants and wrapping my fingers around the hardness straining to be set free.
He hissed, his eyes darkening.
“I know what I want, Kreed. And it’s you inside me. I want to feel you fill me.”
The control he’d been keeping a leash on snapped. “You’re mine, little raven.” His mouth claimed mine again. This kiss wasn’t soft or gentle. It was consuming and possessive, just like his vow. His tongue was in my mouth, stroking against mine, demanding I answer him, kiss for kiss, touch for touch, fire for fire.
The rest of our clothes came off in a wild rush, lacking any finesse, but as soon as we were skin to skin, my heart sighed.Home. He is home.I loved the ever-loving hell out of him.
Making good on his promise, he took a leisurely look from my face to my breasts, moving lower to my stomach, and lower still. Stars of silver heat sparked in his eyes. He made me feel so fucking much that I’d forgotten what my body had been through until his fingers gently traced the perimeter of a bruise, and his eyes flared.
I took his cheeks, lifting his face back to mine. “I know what you’re thinking, but I don’t want you thinking of anyone but me. Not now. Not when we’re like this.”
His eyes never left mine. “I can do that.”
My lips curled. “You know what else you can do.”
He shook his head, his mouth twitching as he reached into a drawer for a little foil wrapper. “I think I can take it from here, little raven.”
I took the condom from him, tearing it open and gliding it over the wet tip of him and down his length. Interlacing our fingers, he brought my hands over my head and settled between my legs, the length of him teasing the opening of my core.
“Kreed,” I pleaded, my hips lifting against him, and when he still didn’t give me what I craved, I dragged my lips across his. I swallowed his moan of pleasure as he finally pushed inside me with one gentle thrust, deeper, deeper, and deeper until he filled me completely.
He paused when he was fully seated within me, letting me adjust to the full size of him. My muscles contracted around him, aching, and I thought I might cry from the surge of emotions bursting fromme. More powerful than anything I’d ever felt, and I knew without certainty that I fucking loved Kreed Corvo. Again, those three impactful words nearly breezed from my lips.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispered, our breaths mingling.
“No, I promise, but if you don’t start moving, I might hurt you.” I rolled my hips, wanting him as completely undone as I was.
His chuckle vibrated my mouth, and he started to move, my entire world growing warmer and brighter. Pleasure blindly took over with each thrust getting stronger, faster, and deeper. Kreed groaned my name over and over as he found his release at the same time I did. My fingertips dug into his glistening back. This time, I couldn’t stop the confession from slipping out of me. It was like I lost control of my mouth. With shocks and stars of pleasure exploding through my body, I murmured softly what I could no longer suppress. “I love you.”
Fuck!
Did I actually say that out loud?
I hadn’t meant to. Not yet. It was true, I did love Kreed, but I meant to tell him at the right time because Kreed was the kind of guy who would scare off at the first signs of love.
I wanted to be wrong. I knew he cared about me, but I needed Kreed to accept and acknowledge how deep those feelings went. Then again, I could be waiting a long time. Perhaps this was the push we both needed to take our relationship to an area we’d both been avoiding.
I held my breath, waiting…
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