Lifting onto her toes, she palms my cheeks and peppers kisses all over my face. “You are. You so are…”
“Tell me you’re mine. Just fucking mine.”
“Just yours. I swear, Tristan,” she says, her voice soaked in honesty that thrusts me deeper into madness.
With a brush of my hand, I slip the delicate straps that hold the dress off her. It slides down her body and rumples at her feet, uncovering my woman in all her glorious beauty—so perfect that no mortal should be able to peek at her without going blind.
She wears a white stocking attached to a lace thong, her cherry nipples puckering, so succulent and ripe, enticing me to feast on them. With her, exercising patience edges on the side of torment.
I round her just to memorize this exquisite woman, snapping a mental picture of her letting me back in—the place I won’t leave again. Nothing short of death could, but I’d make a thousand deals with the devil just to savor her for an eternity.
I know it.
She knows it.
At her back, I slide my finger down her spine, battling a losing fight with my desire. She owns me. My heart. My focus. My life.
“I’ll give you the world,” I say it like a vow.
“I just need you,” she moans, eyeing me over her shoulder.
“I wasn’t asking.”
A radiant smile stretches across her face, and she bites her lip. “I’m nervous.”
“I know, baby, but trust me.”
She nods, and I turn her to me, knowing I won’t risk that again.
Wanting to pour every bit of my love into her, I kiss her with reckless abandon so the seed will grow, and she never doubts that she means everything to me. She is my everything. My greatest motivation. My sole reason.
Lowering onto my knees, I wrap my teeth along the fabric, peeling her thong down and kissing along her legs as I stand up.
On edge and desperate to satisfy a bottomless need, I nuzzle her toward the bed. She falls, a moan of surrender escaping her lush mouth, urging me to join her into sweet oblivion.
I slip off my polo while my gaze fixes on her, gorging on her beauty.
Then, I make quick work of removing my slacks, boxers, and shoes. Naked, I pump my length up and down, not knowing if I want to slow down my lust or stoke it into a flame that ravishes us both.
Her dark hair surrounds her like a halo, a painting of passion unveiling before my eyes as she opens her legs in invitation. One I am too eager to accept. Nothing is ever enough to satiate my desire for her.
Mad. Hungry. Desperate. No control whatsoever over the heart she claimed, the body built to hold and worship her, the cock that has never been this hard for anyone else.
The mattress dips under my weight as I climb on top of her, bearing the shape of two bodies joining in fiery passion and carnal desire.
“Angle your knees to your chest,” I command, my voice sounding hoarse.
She does as instructed, the most beautiful pussy, all pink and glistening, swollen with desire, greeting me.
“Such a greedy pussy,” I say, cupping it.
Lust stirs inside me, overruling everything else but the need to claim, show her who she belongs to.
“Your fault.”
I rub my thumb in circles around her clit leisurely, opposite of the hunger ravaging me. “I’ll fuck this pussy first, then your ass. Both holes are mine.”
Her eyes glaze over, the sexual haze engulfing us both.
