“Towel off first. You’re wet,” she said, giggling helplessly.
“Not as wet as you’re going to be.”
He moved with a predator’s intent. She dodged him, racing into the bedchamber out of fun rather than a desire to escape. He caught up to her; in a casual movement, he grabbed the neckline of her night rail and ripped it off her. Then he hauled her, naked and laughing, over his shoulder.
“You’re being a troglodyte,” she accused playfully.
“You bring out my primitive instincts, wife.”
He proved his words by tossing her onto his bed. She landed on her front, and before she could turn over, he was atop her. She trembled as he gnawed gently at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
“I need you, sweetheart.” His raw desperation heated her ear. “Let me have you.”
Feeling the urgent weight of his desire against the small of her back, she stopped struggling. Twisting her head, she met her husband’s passionate gaze.
She whispered the truth in her heart. “I’m yours.”
A distant part of Hawk’s brain knew that he was in no state to make love to his lady wife. But this was Fiona, the love of his life. Who said she loved him back. And they were both alive and breathing, naked and tangled up.
The primal need to claim her raged through him. She was his wife, his mate, and if anything ever happened to her, he didn’t know what the bloody hell he would do. But she was safe—safe. And she had offered herself up for the taking.
With a growl, he accepted her gift. Dark desire pounded in his blood; he did not have the capacity for gentle lovemaking, but Fiona did not seem to mind. She shivered and moaned as he kissed his way down the elegant ladder of her spine, his night beard abrading her tender skin. He kissed the red marks then bit them, and she squirmed with pleasure.
Reaching the sweet dip above her arse, he hauled her hips up and shoved a pillow beneath. He felt her tense at this new position, which elevated and exposed her pussy. He got behind her, pushing her thighs farther apart, his nostrils flaring at the perfection of his wife’s glistening slit and the shy rosebud just above.
He cupped her, and her dew drenched his palm.
“This is mine,” he growled. “And I’m going to have all of you tonight. Say it, love.”
“You…you’re going to have all of me…”
Her reply became gargled as he dove down, burying his face in her cunny. She cried out as he ate her from behind. He feasted on her succulence, leaving no part of her unsampled. He laved her pearl, then stabbed his tongue into her hot, clenching passage. He tongue-fucked her until she screamed her climax and then he continued upward, licking between the smooth curves of her bottom.
“Hawk.” She went rigid. “You shouldn’t…”
“All of you,” he bit out. “That’s what I want.”
He claimed her pucker with his tongue, and she groaned, her ladylike hands clenching the sheets by her head. His wild minx liked being licked here, liked the thrill of the forbidden…just as he’d known she would.
“Push against my tongue,” he growled. “Show me how sweet and naughty you can be.”
Whimpering, she wriggled obediently against his invading kiss, driving him out of his goddamned mind. He groaned, fucking the mattress as he tongued his wife’s delicate rim. He delved deeper; feeling the squeeze of her untried ring, he shuddered, his cock weeping into the sheets.
Surging to his knees, he notched his dripping crown to her pussy and drove in. She encased him in hot, liquid velvet, and the beast in him took over. Molten pleasure trickled down his spine as he plowed his wife and watched himself doing it. His large hands clenched her silken hips, her bottom jiggling to his rhythmic pounding. When she convulsed again, he fought not to come. He wanted to prolong the ecstasy of their joining.
He ground his balls against her swollen folds. “I’m going to get so deep inside you, Fiona. So deep you’ll never get me out.”
“I want you there.” Her pleasure-dazed eyes met his. “In my pussy, my heart, wherever you want to be. Because I want all of you too.”
Christ, this woman.
Maddened with lust and love, he gave in to the need pulsing through his veins. He slammed into her harder and harder still, and she urged him on. The churning in his stones warned him he would not last, and he didn’t want to go without having all of her. His vision darkening, he pressed a thumb against his wife’s pucker.
“Say my name, love. My given name.” He pushed deeper, feeling the decadent give of her ring. “I want to hear it from your lips when you come.”
“Thomas,”she cried.
Feeling her clench around his thumb and cock simultaneously shot him over the edge. He threw his head back and shouted as he erupted. As he emptied himself into his mate, the mysteries of the cosmos flashed before his eyes, and for a brief instant, he glimpsed the reason for everything.
