Page 88
His words shake me to my very core, my own lust multiplying as the pain gives way to pleasure. The muscles relaxing, the pinch easing, until all I feel is thick and full and completely taken by Morpheus.
My beautiful god.
He’s stolen my heart right out from under me, before I’ve even had a chance to decide if I want to give it to him. Isn’t that the funny thing about love? All too often it chooses you, not the other way around.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I whisper in ragged pants, skin slick as I claw at his chiseled back, desperate for more.
“It’s been the only thing on my mind since you awakened me.” He catches my lips in a kiss. “I knew it was only a matter of time. I refused to have it any other way.”
He catches my hair in his hand and arches my neck, sucking at the sweat-slicked flesh as his hips press against mine, fucking me into total submission.
“Everything about you calls to me like a forbidden siren,” he says. With his hand in my hair, he pulls my chin to connect our lips. “I can’t stop fucking you. I might lose my mind if I don’t get enough.”
His fingers slide between my thighs, thumb working at the hard bud of my clit before stars seep into my vision and my muscles tense. My breaths grow shallower, his hands working more frantically against my skin before, with labored gasps, I come in a crash around him.
Soft panting fills the room as both of his hands slide up my damp body, fisting at the flesh of my breasts before his teeth clamp down at the skin of my neck. I hum, another orgasm pummeling through me as he fucks me at just the right angle, the pain-and-pleasure sensation too much to handle as waves of release flow through every muscle.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
His words come out fast and firm, as if he has to get them out before he no longer has the courage to say them.
“I’d die to protect you from pain, if that’s what it takes.”
I slip a hand into his long hair, curling my fingertips around the roots and tugging gently as his body tenses, one hand gripping tightly at my hip as the other turns my lips to meet his in a kiss that blows my mind. He fucks me with frantic thrusts, one of his hands gripping at the broken headboard before a feral growl shakes the windows and then he releases jets of his hot seed deep inside my body.
With emotion brimming in my eyes, I suck in a slow breath, trying to control my body’s reaction to him. “That was…”
“Beyond words.” He finishes my thought exactly.
“Yeah.”
He slowly drags his thick cock from my body, then settles next to me in the bed and tucks me into him, pulling me under his arm and snuggling up close, our legs and arms and everything else entangled. Just how I like it.
The bedroom is dark.
Rain taps against the windows.
And I’m tracing lazy circles over his skin.
“I’m sorry for breaking your bed.”
I laugh softly. “It was worth it.”
“Was it?” He turns, a wide smile on his face.
“Every moment.” I reassure him.
“I’ve never felt so thoroughly content.”
He brushes his fingers through my hair for a few minutes as our breathing returns to normal.
“May I confess something?”
“Always.”
He hesitates a moment and then says: “I always believed pleasure was something to be taken.”
I look up at him. “And now?”
