That would make four in a single day. I always thought having multiple orgasms was a myth, as it’s something I’ve never achieved before. But as he continues to rub against me, building a deeper tension, ushering me toward a strange yet inevitable cliff edge, I know I’m about to discover what it means to be made love to by a man who knows what he’s doing.
Keeping one hand pinning mine down, he uses his free one to wrap around my throat. He squeezes, stealing my air, and my skin flushes in panic.
“Fuck. You just gushed all over my cock. My dirty little firecracker enjoys being choked.”
I’d slap him if one, I had use of my hands, and two, he wasn’t one hundred percent correct. He swivels his hips, and my lips part on a tiny gasp. His whiskey-warm gaze tracks every micro movement of my face, checking to see that I’m still with him. I’ve never felt so seen, so cared for, so stripped bare and vulnerable. It’s intoxicating having his full attention on me, but also disconcerting. He sees too much.
He loosens his grip, allowing a brief flood of air into my lungs and blood to my brain. “Harder,” I rasp, trying to break the tether to my soul.
He shakes his head and skims his lips over mine. “No, Honor. Feel me.”
I do feel him, everywhere. He floods my senses with his touch, hisgaze, his scent. I can’t breathe without him, and that terrifies me.
I’m at that cliff edge, clinging on for dear life to stop myself from drowning. I squirm beneath him, not sure I want him to witness my destruction.
“Ready to scream my name, firecracker?”
I glare at him in response.Arrogant asshole.He chuckles as he releases my hands, then dips his head to latch onto my nipple, sucking hard. I grip his shoulders with the intention of pulling him off me or urging him to go faster—I can’t quite make up my mind. Neither of those things happen, because the second he clenches his teeth over my nipple, it sends an arrow of pleasure straight to my core, and I scream his name. He lifts and captures my lips, swallowing my cry of pleasure. I have never felt anything like this—a deep extended pleasure that makes me see pretty stars.
He growls into my mouth as my body drags his release forth and leans his damp forehead against my own. His arms curve around me, caging me in, but I don’t feel panic, just safe and cherished.
“That was…” I start but can’t put it into words.
Fox huffs a laugh. “Yeah, it was.”
He pulls away from me, and I glance down, catching the blood staining him. My blood.
“Let me up, so I can deal with that,” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “Stay here, and I’ll draw us a bath.” He stands and runs a hand down his face as he looks at me. I swallow and move to cover myself. Is he repulsed by me now he’s had me? He grabs my hands and pins them to the side of my head. “What are you doing, Honor?”
“You were just wondering why the hell you touched me,” I state.
His gaze narrows as it drills down into my soul. “You’re right.”
My breath stutters in my chest. I’m so stupid. “Let me go.”
“No, Honor, you are right—because now that I’ve touched you, I can’t let you go.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,oh.Now let me draw a bath without you descending into a crazy mess of rejection.” He releases my hands, grabs the corner of the comforter, and wraps me up in it. He leaves the bedroom and the sound of rushing water follows. I stare at the ceiling and watch as a spider creeps into the corner of the room, another witness to a pivotal moment in my life. I’m starting to think they are the keepers of history, guardians of the truth.
Fox reappears and scoops me up in his arms, still wrapped in the comforter. “I can walk,” I state.
He arches a brow. “Then I haven’t done my job well enough. Don’t worry, we can keep practicing until I get it right.”
I chuckle as he sets me down on the tiled floor. Candlelight flickers in the darkened room, and my heart stutters when he slowly peels the comforter from my naked body. His fingers twine with mine as he urges me into the steamy bath, and I hiss at the sting of the hot water.
Fox climbs in behind me and settles me with my back to his chest. He grabs a sponge and starts washing me down. My eyes flutter closed. Damn, that feels good.
“Where have you been all my life?” he mutters, almost to himself.
“Becoming the woman brave enough to give you everything you deserve.”
It’s too soon to feel love, right? The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I force them back. Even if I do feel it, I have no room in my future for a man with whiskey eyes and a hugeheart. The monster on my trail won’t hesitate to devour anything good in my life.
He nuzzles my shoulder before scraping his teeth along the sensitive flesh. “I can hear you thinking hard. You gave me a month, and I’ve had a week,” he utters. “Run from me, Honor, I fucking dare you.”
