“I do,” she said, her voice aching with emotion. “Make love to me. Show me what you feel for me.”
His kisses grew more heated, more urgent as his big body moved over hers, parting her thighs with his knee. He bent his dark head to her breasts, tonguing them until they puckered and tiny goose bumps dotted her torso.
He kissed her neck, sucking at her earlobe, sending shivers cascading over her skin. He left no part of her untouched, unloved. He took his time, making her feel utterly cherished.
Then to her surprise, he turned her over and nibbled at her exposed nape and then licked a path down her spine that caused her to tremble uncontrollably. He nipped playfully at her buttocks and then kissed the small of her back, sucking lightly at the spot he’d licked.
He reached for a pillow and then lifted her enough to put it underneath her pelvis, elevating her behind so that he had better access to her *.
He played for a while, driving her insane with his probing fingers. He alternated between stroking the damp skin and gently thumbing her throbbing clitoris and sliding a finger inside her, pressing against her most sensitive spots.
She was mindless under his ministrations, her fingers digging into the sheets and holding on as the storm overtook her.
A gasp escaped her when he lifted her just enough to fit his cock to her opening and then slowly, with reverence, he pushed into her from behind. He was so much bigger this way and it took him several attempts before he gained full depth.
She moaned at the fullness, how she stretched to accommodate his width. He paused when he was all the way in.
“You okay?” he asked in a strained tone.
“Yes, God, yes! Please don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of going anywhere,” he ground out.
He withdrew then and slowly pushed inward once more, eliciting another groan from her. She needed more. So much more. She didn’t want him to be gentle right now. She wanted everything he could give her. She didn’t want him to treat her like she was breakable.
She bucked upward, trying to tell him without words what she wanted—what she needed.
He responded to her silent plea and began to thrust harder, deeper, until her need was a desperate, tangible thing.
His fingers dug into her hips, lifting her higher to meet his thrusts. He began to move fast and furious, driving them both to the brink of insanity.
“I want you with me, Ramie.”
“I’m with you!” she gasped. “Please, Caleb, don’t make me wait. I’m there!”
Her words spurred him to action and he began plunging harder and harder until he drove her upward on the bed, her entire body shaking from the force of his thrusts.
She spasmed uncontrollably and let out a cry as her orgasm crashed over her with a force she’d never experienced. On the heels of hers, he lunged forward and blanketed her with his body, his warmth and strength pressed firmly against her back. They were both spent, their breaths coming in gulping gasps.
Finally he rolled off her, disposed of the condom and then pulled her into his arms, his hands stroking over her entire body as they both shuddered in the aftermath of their releases.
He kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose, cheeks and finally her mouth. He lingered there, stroking his tongue inward, his movements so much more gentle than they’d been just moments ago.
“I love you so damn much,” he said in an aching voice. “I hope one day you can love me, Ramie. But I’m willing to wait as long as it takes and I’ll never give up on you. I’ll wait forever if that’s what it takes.”
She cuddled into his embrace, burying her face in his chest, wishing for all the world that she could give him those words now, when he sounded so vulnerable. But she wouldn’t say them just to say them. Not until she was sure she could come to him whole. Healed. And able to give back to him every bit as much as he’d given her.
The room was dark and Tori could sense she wasn’t alone, but she had no idea where she was. Too terrified to make a sound, she huddled inwardly, praying that she wasn’t seen or heard.
The smell of blood was acrid in her nostrils, assaulting her senses. She gagged, the scent overwhelming. She was all too familiar with the odor of blood. Particularly her own.
She clamped a hand over her mouth when her stomach revolted again. Silently heaving, she closed her eyes and tried to breathe through the nausea.
And then a sound, close to her. She forced herself to open her eyes and slowly let her gaze drift over her surroundings. She frowned when she realized she didn’t recognize her environment. Blinking, she drew a shadow several feet away into focus, straining to make out who or what was in the room with her.