My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Please.”
“My pleasure.”
He moaned, grabbing my thighs. He gripped them tightly as he slid down the bed. His mouth continued touring my body, each sensitive place found with his exploring lips. The dip behind my knee, where I stored so much strength, his mouth found with wicked mischief. The curve at the apex of my thighs, where my wet heat waited for his cock, his tongue lapped at until I was screaming his name. The arch of my foot, where stress resided, his teeth nipped at until I squirmed in laughter.
I panted and pulled at his shoulders. “Now.”
“Not yet,” he reprimanded.
Then he flipped me over onto my stomach where his talented fingers and discovering mouth began anew. No part of my body was left untouched, every piece of my flesh now owned by my husband. What he wanted, he took. What I wouldn’t give easily, he caressed until he had it. Everything, every part of me was his. An artist and his most coveted piece, he cherished me until I was begging him for more.
My husband gently rolled me onto my back, watching my eyes blink in fever. My mouth parted with no words uttered—completely wrecked for him. His eyes sparkled in wicked, satisfied delight. He spread my legs wide, whispering, “Now you’re ready for me, beauty.”
I gasped for breath. I couldn’t speak.
My eyes were only for him.
Alaric thrust his massive cock inside me, and my world exploded inside his arms. I breathed when he breathed. I held on tight to his round, hard biceps as he thrust again, finally seating himself fully inside me. Dark eyes devoured mine, holding my gaze, as he pulled back to thrust home again, filling me to the point of base, beautiful pain.
I wrapped my legs around him. “Alaric…”
His bear growled deep. “Say it again. Just for me.”
He thrust deep, his hips flush with mine.
“Alaric…” I closed my eyes, drowning in him.
“Again.” He thrust harder, faster.
My hips reached up to his with each of his penetrations, his cock sinking deep into my clenching channel. “Alaric…”
Faster. Harder. He owned me.
The sea parted, and I dove right in.
I never wanted to leave, the storm raging.
His cock slid inside me, our eyes locked. Again and again. He didn’t relent. The shifter held me in his arms and let me sink into him. Into his soul, into the powerful man he was. Dark eyes held the secret, and I was it.
I was his secret. His to cherish. His to love.
My head arched back as I fell into the dark abyss deep inside the churning ocean, my climax pulsing like battering rams of waves. A tsunami waked inside my blood, holding me captive, as I shook in his hold. My channel clenched him, holding him close.
Alaric roared his ecstasy, his body shaking over mine, falling into the depths of the world with me. We took each other down, down, down. And at the bottom, we saw the sun.
Our eyes locked. We were the light for one another.
