“Oh, shit!”
I growled, “You didn’t specify which part of me you needed, so I’ll take liberties if you don’t mind.” I plunged my tongue again, licking her, drinking her—just like I wanted.
My cock throbbed, twitching inside my briefs.
“I want you—all of you!”
I chuckled, dragging my tongue upward, swirling around her clit before thrusting back inside her. “You already have all of me.”
She grasped the hay, her legs locking tight as I licked her harder.
Her taste drugged me. I had to have more. My pace increased, swirling, fucking, showing her I was alive and here and I would never hurt her again.
My teeth ached to bite.
My hips rocked needing to drive inside her, but I wouldn’t stop pleasuring her—not yet. Not until she came undone and accepted my gift. The gift of everything that I was.
Her fingernails jerked into my hair. “Enough. I need your cock.”
I shook my head, sucking harder. “Not yet.” Teasing her entrance again, I breathed, “Every night apart was fucking torture. Every time I closed my eyes, I dreamt of you.” My finger replaced my tongue while I flicked her clit, driving her skyward. “Do you want to know what fantasies I had while I healed?”
She moaned.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Thrusting two digits into her *, I purred, “I didn’t picture you as you might think. Yes, I grew hard for you, picturing you bound to my bed and accepting everything I gave you. Yes, I tortured myself with images of your hard nipples and flushed skin.”
She moaned as I rocked faster.
“But it wasn’t those images that undid me.” I kissed her inner thigh. “Want to know what did?”
She looked down, locking eyes with me.
She nodded.
I smiled, once again bowing to my task of worshipping this woman. “It was a dream that gave me hope. A dream where we do ordinary things. Talk about ordinary life. Become friends as well as lovers. I want to know you inside out, Nila. I want to know everything about you.”
Her legs trembled around my shoulders. Her onyx gaze matched the darkness of the stables. “I want that, too.”
She whimpered as I bit her. With a wicked wet lick, I forced her leg over my shoulder, giving me greater access and depth.
Her skin scorched, blazing with lust. Part of me wanted to drive her to a climax. I wanted her to come on my tongue and lap up every drop. But the other part wanted her snuggled in my arms, her legs wrapped around mine, our two bodies giving, taking, driving, craving.
“I want you forever.”
“Forever.” Her hips arched involuntarily, seeking more.
I splayed my hand on her lower belly, holding her down as she bucked into my mouth.
“Jethro…please.”
“What do you want?”
“You. I want you. All of you. Every part of you. Just you.”
My mouth went dry. I couldn’t deny her.
Her eyes were wild as I withdrew my fingers and prowled up her body. Without looking away, I licked her dampness from my digits and bent to kiss her mouth.
“Taste yourself on me. Know that I fully belong to you.”
She moaned, seducing me with her trust. “I want you inside me. I want to feel you deep, driving me insane.”
She was my ultimate fantasy come true. Dark hair, lithe body, vicious strength, and undeniable power. I’d licked her but instead of feeling like I’d given her a part of me, I felt as if she’d given me more. So, so much more.
Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them above her head. Hay crackled beneath the blanket, stabbing my knees, itching unprotected skin. But it was the best goddamn bed in the world because it was just us. No cameras. No locks. No fear.
“God, I want you.” My voice was rough, obsessed with her.
Her lips were red and swollen, matching the colour of her nipples through the white cotton. I’d never seen her look so sexy. “I want you whimpering—I need those incredible sounds you make when I slide inside you.”