My cock was on fire, battering my abs, but it could wait. This moment and this woman’s pleasure were all that mattered.
I stabbed my tongue into her, over and over, her guttural cries echoing around me. She was mine but it was so much more than about possession. She’d given her heart and her body to me, and I would spend whatever time I had left showing her how much her gift meant to me.
As her hips thrust up to meet my mouth and my fingers rolling her clit, I hummed and growled.
Come for me,I said.Let me taste it. Feel it. I need it. Need you.
Yessss.
Her thighs quivered against my head as I increased the thrust of my tongue, rubbing her clit harder, faster.
I lost all awareness of everything around us; it was all I could do to shelter us with my threads. There was only my fury and the pleasure spiraling through her.
Waves crashed through her as she crested and tumbled down the other side. I grinned against her flesh and drove my tongue harder, tasting everything she gave and demanding more. She shuddered and cried out again, her voice hoarse and full of bliss.
When she collapsed on the bed, I rose up over her, kissing her, sharing the joy I’d found in her body with her alone.
She hitched her heels on my hips and thrust up against me.
I didn’t need any further invitation than that to slide into her welcoming heat. As I moved within her, riding the rest of her climax and building another, I was crushed by my feelings.
I gave her all I was, all I’d ever be, and she still didn’t turn away.
She only clung tighter.
In no time, she was writhing beneath me, meeting each of my thrusts with equal power. Her tight fingers on my arms demanded I give her everything. How could I refuse?
I lived for this woman alone.
I stared into her eyes, finding myself there, plus hope and power and the promise of a future I wasn’t sure I deserved. I’d done bad things. If anyone should be punished, it was me.
Yet her love for me remained unshaken. I was struck deep by the thought. Despite everything I’d done, the ways I’d manipulated her into acting and feeling, she still looked at meas if I was her world, her reason for existing. In her touch and with her words, she forgave me for the unforgivable.
She dismantled my hard-won defenses with one stroke of her finger. Secured her place in my heart with her smile. The gift of her heart and her trust both humbled me and made me love her even more.
“You’re perfect,” I growled against her throat, pulling out and rocking back inside her.
“Perfectly imperfect, like you,” she whispered. “Right now, when we’re together, we both are.”
“I love you. I always will.” Did she hear the desperation in my voice?
Tomorrow, everything would be over.
Would she forgive me for holding back my biggest secret?
I rolled my hips, driving myself deeper, and her guttural cry rang out.
Her core tightened. She was close, and so was I. I wanted to feel her come around me. Only after that would I let go.
Give it to me again, Fury,I said.It’s mine.
“I’m yours.” Her voice both soothed my soul and drove me to push harder, faster, pummeling her as her nails dug into my arms.
Kissing her, I could taste her pleasure about to erupt.Let me feel you come, feel your joy wash over me.
She whimpered and jerked her hips up to meet each of my thrusts, her gaze locked on mine.
When I stroked my threads across her clit, she gave way, roaring in heavy waves toward something much too divine forthis world. The quiver of her body around my cock drove me into a frenzy.
