She couldn't breathe. The breath was backing up in her lungs. It felt as if she was being hypnotized.
It had always been the case with him. No other man had come close to making her feel this way and it had frightened her enough to have her ending things between them.
As if reading her mind, he met her gaze. "I'm not going anywhere." The bed dipped as he climbed in. Reaching for her sweater, he tugged it off, murmuring deep inside his throat as her unfettered breasts came into view.
"I've always admired them." He cupped the flesh, weighing them in his palms and watched with heart pounding the way the nipples rose proudly. "The texture, the taste." He was losing control rapidly. "Even after you pushed me out of your life, I could not get the taste of you out of my mouth. The feel..." Her head drifted back when he passed his thumbs over the rigid flesh.
"Your reaction to my touch. I was a fool to leave." Sliding down, he flicked his tongue first over one and then the other. Then he settled. His teeth worried the flesh, sending shooting darts of flames straight to the core of her.
She couldn't deny it. He was right. She had never been able to control her reaction to even his lightest touch.
When he started suckling, she lost her mind. Intense heat seared her body and set her aflame.
The fingers that had been clutching the quilt to stop her from reaching for him, loosened to grip the thick denseness of his hairand clung tight. Desire raged through her body like a storm that had been let loose.
He felt her slender body quivering and reacted instantly.
Lifting his head, his wild green eyes studied her stormy face. The parted lips, begging to be kissed, the fire in her eyes. She was his, whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not, she belonged to him, completely his.
Biting off a groan, he finished undressing her. The need to feel her body against his was eclipsing everything else.
She was vibrating. He had fleetingly wondered if it was too soon to be with her this way after what she was going through, but to hell with that. It had to be now. He had been without her for too long now.
His body was starved and the yearning was too intense.
"Tell me you want me," he demanded harshly, fingers trailing down her quivering stomach. He could feel the slight bulge indicating that she was in fact carrying his children inside her. The thought of it was driving him mad.
"Tell me."
"I..." She clamped her teeth over her bottom lip, her body feverish. She had no idea if it was hormones, but the desire was heightened. She felt as if she was about to burst into flames any minute now.
"Say it." He was ruthless in his effort to get her to say the words. He wanted to hear them. Sliding his fingers through the silky hairs covering her sex, he kept his eyes on her face.
"Say it." His long fingers slid over the swollen and utterly sensitive flesh, sending her body heaving desperately towards him. "Now."
"Please." Her fingers gripped his wrist as if she were forcing him to give her more. But he held back, just enough to have her going mad.
"Say you want me."
"Damn you," sweat beaded her forehead, "damn you. Please. I want you."
As soon as she said the words, he acted. As soon as his fingers slid into the moist warmth, she erupted, the climax slamming into her like a lightning bolt. Her entire world shook and collapsed, leaving her wrung out and weak.
Christos felt his own body shuddering at the heat and passion on her lovely face. He couldn't hold out any longer.
With a feral growl, he covered her body with his, sliding into her. She sheathed him perfectly, so much so that it took him a few seconds to even move. Sensations poured through him with volcanic fury.
Framing her face between his palms, he could only gaze at her, his heart thudding heavily. Everything he felt was revealed and he didn't care. He was vulnerable around her.
She had the ability to take his heart and turn it into many broken pieces. But still, he could not leave.
Bending his head, he brushed his lips against hers, back and forth, until she was vibrating against him again. Her arms locked around his neck, fingers digging into the corded muscles of his shoulders, his back.
He had barely started to move when she came again.
"I can't," she whispered against his mouth.
"Take more," he whispered back, his muscles bunching as he tried to hold back his own release. "There's more." Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he devoured her mouth as he moved deep inside her.
