He slid his arm around my waist, and I sucked in a sharp breath as he flipped me onto the bed. I landed on my back, and he crawled over me until he straddled me. He wet his lips, and then lowered his body, letting me drown in the sensation of him for only a moment before he whispered in my ear, “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes,” I panted.
Was he kidding? Was he afraid that he was pushing or pressuring me? Afraid I’d regret this? I mean I was vaguely aware that my father was in the house, but the mate bond was calling, and I couldn’t turn it off.
‘I’ve never in my entire life been more ready for something. Please, Rage, don’t make me beg.’
I ducked my hands under his shirt, and he dipped his head, letting me pull it off him. I dropped it off the side of the bed, discarding it as I ran my fingers up his washboard abs to his yummy chest.
‘Now yours,’ he said, his voice rumbling through me, occupying all of me.
He slowly teased the garment up, his gentle caresses leaving a trail of fire on my skin. My chest heaved, and I whimpered and trembled as he kissed my feverish skin, first below my bellybutton, then above it. Up my abdomen, and the swell of my breasts.
I gripped his back, arching as he traced his tongue where he’d kissed, until he lifted my shirt over my head and gave me a wolfish grin.
‘You’re enjoying this,’ he said, his eyes brightening until they practically glowed emerald.
Enjoying? I heaved with the effort of containing the emotion. ‘Don’t sell yourself short.’
He chuckled, and then he let his gaze rove over me like a physical caress. He drank me in, his eyes growing more heated the longer he looked. His nostrils flared, and he growled. ‘I can scent your desire.’
He could? My skin heated, and I closed my eyes, mortified.
‘Don’t be embarrassed, love.’ He hooked his finger in the waistband of my pants, tracing his tongue over the sensitive skin. ‘It only makes me want you more.’
He tugged the waistband of my sweats down an inch, and my eyes popped open and abdomen tightened as I raised my head to see what he was going to do. He looked up and met my eyes. ‘Do you trust me?’
Lust. Heat. Desire. Hunger. Need. Love. All of these feelings and more racked my body and swirled in my mind.
‘Yes,’ I said, falling back onto the bed, my chest heaving. I watched him slide from the bed, and then only his fitted boxers remained.
Yum.
He tugged one pants leg over my heel and then the other. ‘Lift up, love.’
My pants fell to the floor, somewhere near his, and then Rage hovered over me once more. Running my hands into his hair, I opened myself to him, needing him to hear my truth. ‘Rage, I want you so much it hurts.’
‘Nai,’ he growled.‘You have no idea.’
His weight settled on me, his skin on my skin, and our lips met with a crash of teeth. He nipped at my lower lip, and I opened to him. His tongue stroked against mine; he threaded his hand into my hair. Coaxing my head back, kissing and caressing, this time with more fervor, the pressure of his lips and tongue and teeth increased as he claimed me. Rage worked his way down my neck, then my chest and abdomen before pausing right at the line of my undies.
‘Yes?’ he asked, his breath feathering over my skin with sensuous agony.
‘Yes,’ I said, giving him permission to take anything he wanted—because I was his, just as he was mine.
Rage licked my skin, just above the hem of my panties, and then sucked.
His teeth grazed me, and my entire body melted as a fine magic crackled in the air.
Oh. Oh … wow.
Another wet stroke made me tremble.
‘Rage,’ I panted, reaching for him. Another sensual stroke made me mewl.
‘I love you, Nai Crescent,’ he said, tugging my undies over the curve of my hips. He kissed me again, and I arched, desperate for more.
‘Rage.’
