“Please what?”
“You know what. Stop teasing me.”
I give her what she wants. I drag my tongue through her slick folds in one long, slow stroke. The taste of her explodes across my tongue, and I groan against her flesh. The vibration makes her cry out. She’s soaking wet, and her arousal coats my lips and chin as I feast.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, then pull back to tease her entrance, dipping inside to gather more of her sweetness before returning to that sensitive bundle of nerves. Skylar’s thighs tremble on either side of my head, and her fingers hold onto my hair so tight it stings. I love it. I want her to use me, to take whatever she needs from my mouth and hands and body.
I slide two fingers inside her while my tongue works her clit in steady circles. Her inner walls immediately suction onto my fingers with desperate need. I curl them forward, searching for that spot that made her scream last time, and when I find it, her entire body bows off the mattress.
When she speaks, her voice has gone high and breathy. “Yes! God, Bryan, right there, don’t stop.”
At her urging, I pump my fingers in and out of her tight heat while my tongue flicks against her clit, building her higher with every stroke, every lick, every press of my lips against her most sensitive flesh. She’s getting close; I can feel it in the way her muscles are starting to clench and the way her moans are climbing in pitch.
“Let go,” I plead against her. “I want to feel you come apart.”
She shatters with a scream, bucking her hips against my face as release takes hold. I drink in every tremor, every aftershock, working her through the orgasm until she’s gasping and pushing weakly at my shoulders.
I crawl up her body and kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. While our tongues tangle, I shove my jeans and boxers down my legs and kick them off, finally freeing my aching cock. I position myself at her entrance, the swollen head nudging against her slick folds, and our gazes lock.
“I love you.” The words spill out before I can stop them, but now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. I need her to hear them. “I’ve always loved you. Even when I was gone, even when I was trying to convince myself I’d made the right choice, I never stopped. Not for a single day.”
She doesn’t say it back. I didn’t expect her to. But she pulls my mouth down to hers and kisses me, and for now, that’s enough.
I push inside her slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of me as I fill her. She breaks the kiss to gasp, and her nails bite into my shoulders as her body stretches to accommodate me.
This is the woman I’ve loved since I was barely more than a boy. The woman I walked away from to protect, even knowing it would destroy us both. The woman who somehow, impossibly, just might give me another chance.
I pull back slowly, then push forward again in a long, smooth stroke. Skylar moans and wraps her legs around my waist, urging me deeper. We move together in a rhythm that builds gradually, each thrust pushing us both closer to the edge.
I brace myself on one arm and slide the other beneath her lower back, tilting her hips to change the angle. The new position makes her cry out as I hit deeper than before.
“You feel incredible,” I groan against her throat. “So tight, so warm. Like you were made for me.”
I drive into her with increasing force, tapping the headboard against the wall with every thrust. The sounds filling the room are obscene and perfect: the slap of skin against skin, her moans, and my ragged breathing.
And then she comes with my name on her lips, and her body convulses underneath me. The sensation of her clenching around my cock drags me over the edge with her. I bury myself deep and let go, spilling inside her as pleasure crashes through me in waves.
It takes me some time to regain my senses, but once I do, I roll to the side with a grunt and pull her against my chest, tucking her head beneath my chin. Her body fits perfectly against mine.
“Stay,” I request. “Just like this.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
We lie there in comfortable silence, and I let myself believe for the first time that I might actually get to keep this. Skylar hasn’t said she loves me, and I can feel the part of her that’s still holding back. But she’s here, choosing to be with me despite every reason she has to run.
I’m drifting toward sleep with Skylar warm against my chest when the alarm shatters the quiet.
The sound is unmistakable, a series of staccato howls that echo through the territory. Breach at the eastern boundary. Hostiles incoming.
Skylar jerks upright beside me, wide awake now. “What is that?”
“Security alarm.” I’m already out of bed, yanking on my jeans. “Cheslem wolves have crossed the border.”
“Oh, God.”
“Get dressed and head to the medical center.” I grab my shirt and pull it over my head, then cup her face in my hands. “Stay there until I come for you. Promise me.”
“Bryan—”
