I undo his pants, then grip him. He sucks in a breath, and I slide my hand up and down his throbbing shaft. Wilder kisses my neck, teeth grazing the tender flesh. He reaches behind me, palming my ass with both hands until his thumbs hook into the elastic of my panties. I release him. He slides my underwear down my shaking thighs, and he crouches to the floor, eyes locked on mine.
“Lift.” He taps one calf, then the other, until I am completely nude.
With hooded eyes, Wilder slowly rises, unbuttoning his shirt. He takes it off, and I barely blink. My mouth waters as he kicks off his patent leather shoes. They go skidding across the hardwood floor. He removes his pants next until we are both naked and panting. He’s godlike, glorious, and I want more from him.
We lunge for each other. Our limbs and tongues entangle.
I cry out. It hurts how much I love him. My heart expandspainfullywith each reverent touch and kiss. I let it. The pain reminds me that I’m alive. That we made it out.Together.
Wilder massages my slick entrance with skilled fingers.
I moan into his mouth.Fuck.
He kisses my lips, trailing them over my jaw. Every soft touch cuts me open, and I bleed for him all over the rose-petaled carpet.
Wilder draws back to look at me. Tears sting my eyes as if I have perfume in them. I take his hand and guide him to the large bed. He sits, and I climb onto his lap. I straddle him, rubbing my wet center up and down his hardness. His gaze travels south, watching my every movement with starving fixation.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this moment—about you—all day,” I whisper hotly into his ear. I lift. He grins as I sink onto him. My brows draw inward.
“Fuck you feel amazing,” I whimper.
“I’ve fantasized about you, too.”
I take a deep breath, then another. “Say my name.” I grind against him, taking every inch that I’m able. “Say it,” I demand again, searing his skin with messy kisses as I lift and lower my hips. A force builds and builds inside me.
Wilder grabs my ass, rearing up inside me. “Leigh,” he gasps.
I shake my head. “My full name.”
Wilder kisses me deeply. My insides coil tighter. “Leigh Amaris Raelyn-Dunn.”
I moan. Yes. “Again.”
“Leigh… Amaris… Raelyn…Dunn.” He accentuates the words between deep thrusts that leave a mess in his lap.
“Shit, I’m yours,” I whisper, breathless.
Wilder chuckles, then holds me tighter as I lift and drop my hips. I squeal as he lifts me. He flips us around, lowering me onto the bed with him on top. He looms over me, and I widen my legs, cradling his body between my thighs. Sliding into position, Wilder eases his way back inside me. His attention never leaves my face as he feeds me every torturous inch of him.
My eyes roll back as I arch. Gods, will it always feel this goddamn glorious? “Right there, yes, you’re so good at this.”
Wilder pistons his hips. My moans start soft, then get louder as his movements turn more erratic, both of us chasing the release we so desperately crave. I tighten my thighs around his hips, keeping him deep inside.
“Wilder.”
“Yeah, princess?”
“I love you.”
Wilder curses. He pulls out, then drives himself back in. I could die like this. But… I go when Wilder goes.
Together.
“I’m close,” I warn.
Wilder presses his forehead to mine; sweat lines both our brows. “A little longer.”
I nod weakly, my orgasm cresting.
