I lift Grace, and her legs lock around my hips, gripping me with everything she has as her hands tangle in my hair and tip my head back from her lips.
“We’ll change the world, Kade. We were brought together for a reason.”
I smile into her mouth. “Yes. We were,” I say and pull her back to my lips.
My magic celebrates, golden raindrops splashing.
Grace moans into my mouth, tongue threading with mine, her hands everywhere, leaving fire in their wake. She writhes against me, clutching me with her entire being, and rips a groan from my throat at the feel of her.
I lift Grace off my hips, our paint blended from our passion, and fall to my knees before her, tugging off her boots and snatching down her pants, throwing them behind me. My fingertips sweep up her legs, and I dip my head to graze my mouth along her inner thigh, touching the soft skin that makes her buck and beg.
“You’re perfection,” I growl, my lips trailing to her upper thigh, soft skin teasing me toward insanity.
Grace hums, eyes closing as her head tips back, and my fingers find her center—the core that beckons me every waking moment.
A gasp escapes her alluring mouth, my want becoming feral, and I watch her intently as I slide two fingers inside her, curling into her favorite spot.
“You’re so ready for me,” I say as satisfaction ripples through me.
Her hands grip my shoulders, and the gleam in her eyes makes me throb against the constraint of my trousers.
“It’s hardnotto be ready for you, Kade,” she says in a sultry voice that makes my name sound like her own personal gospel. “Lookat you.”
I toss her the boyish grin she loves, with her compliment firing into my heart, and plunge and pulse my fingers, her body bowing over my shoulder with her feminine moan ricocheting around us.
My palm slides up her sternum, pushing her upright, and Grace looks down at me, tooth hooked over her bottom lip. I dive eagerly, needing my starving mouth flush with her.
Breath skittering over sensitive skin, I pull those short exhales from her throat that drive me wild and galvanize my need for this woman. I thrash my tongue against her, swirling and flicking while my hand works mercilessly to melt her knees.
It’s my favorite thing, to coax the sounds of pleasure from her mouth and feel her tense and brace herself as arousal teases her surrender.
“Please, Kade,” she begs, clawing at me and shaking in my grasp.
I know what she needs, and I need to be inside her just as badly. Desperately.
With one last taste, I rise, dragging my fingers slowly out of her and up her clit. Grace nips at my lips while she rips the tie loose from my pants. She groans when she frees me, her hand grabbing my cock with a greediness that curls my lip.
Satisfaction floods me as I watch the wanton hunger spark in her eyes. “You want that?”
She nods, sliding her hand along me, and I jerk in her grip.
“Youneedthat?”
“Yes,” she says breathily. “Fuck me like you love me, Hunter.”
Her words whisper along my soul.
“Gladly,” I growl, spinning her, and she spreads herself for me. “Gods,” I whisper, savoring the view before I grip her hips and bury myself deeply into her tight, wet heat, thrusting to the hilt. Her cry and my groan shudder together into the addicting blend of our ravenous devouring of one another.
Sweat rolls down my spine despite the chill as I fuck her fiercely. And Grace takes me, pressing backward and demandingmore. I willingly give it for as long as she requires. She’s everything to me—all I ever wanted—and I’ll worship her with a reverence that the gods envy.
Her hands cover mine, and I pause while she steps away and watch myself slide out of her.
Grace turns, eyes consuming me. “On the ground, Hunter,” she commands, and I plant my ass down quickly.
Grace lowers slowly, her perfect tits peaked with her arousal, and she hovers her center above my tip. Her black hair falls forward as she braces her hand on my chest, leaving an imprint of herself in the paint with a hungry grin. Her thighs press into my hips as she takes me inside herself, sliding down my length with a moan that threatens to undo me.
Clenching around me with no mercy, I watch her intently as her back arches with her pleasure. And then Grace takes me to an intoxicating heaven, riding me, and I join her effort, thrust after thrust up into her.
