I tangled my hands in her hair and tugged gently. “Say my name and tell me you love me,” I said with a hint of tease. But I wasn’t kidding. At all. I needed to hear her voice, needed to know that she ached for me as much as I did her.
She caressed my chest, her fingers outlining my dragon tattoo. I let go of her hair and cradled her face, my nose touching her nose in a gentle caress. “Say it, and I’ll fuck you,” I bargained, hearing the desperate yearning in my voice but not caring. She was all I wanted, and I wanted her to know it.
“Dirty talk. I like it,” she retorted with a gleam in her eyes.
Oh yeah, my Buttercup liked to play games. My excitement revved up.
“You asked for it,” I said, chuckling as I kissed her with little pecks and no tongue. Self-control kept me from taking her mouth like I wanted. She squirmed, grabbed my hair and tried to deepen my kisses, but I resisted, shaking my head at her. Bad girl.
She glared. “Kiss me. Give me an epic one.”
“As soon as you do what I want,” I murmured, giving her a hot look.
“I love you, Leo Jamison Tate, so kiss me, pretty please,” she said, her eyes heavy with emotion, letting me see the big love she had for me.
My heart sang, recognizing its mate.
I kissed her deep, and her hips arched off the bed, searching for mine. “Like that?” I asked against her mouth.
“Yes,” she whispered.
My cock brush her thigh, and I groaned at the contact, my need escalating. I kissed her stomach, around to her hipbone, and down to her thighs, inhaling her scent. I let my fingers trace the edge of her navel, my mouth not far behind. Being this close to her, made me crazy. Insane. She made me feel so much.
“I’m the only one for you. You’re my bad girl. No one else’s,” I told her possessively as her body strained for mine.
She sighed and turned her head into the pillow, but I cupped her chin and brought her gaze back to me. “Don’t look away,” I said softly. “Lock your eyes on mine, Nora. It means everything to me. Let me see you fall apart.”
We touched each other slowly, our hands learning the secret places that made the other soar. My need was sharp, but I ignored it to focus on her, to see what drove her to the brink, to see what made her gasp and shudder. I discovered the mole behind her knee and the ticklish place on her arm. She found my birthmark and traced it with her tongue, her mouth hot against my already feverish skin.
My need rose higher as her broken entreaties and little whimpers spurred me on. Our bodies rubbed and rocked faster and faster, and I didn’t want to be in a hurry, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I took her hands and intertwined our fingers, desperate to get as close to her as humanly possible, to be the only one she ever wanted again. She was it for me, and it freaked me out in the most fantastic ways.
She was a high I’d be addicted to for the rest of my life.
Finally, I thrust deep into her, leaning my head back and crying out at the contact. She called my name and we moved together, each loving the other.
“More,” she said after a while, her lips swollen from our kisses. I angled myself closer to her, our hands clutching each other, like we’d die without the other. Sweat dripped from me as I took her, my eyes never losing hers. Soft wonder came over her exquisite face.
“Nora,” I muttered in need, watching as she came apart right in front me, going stiff and arching her back, her cries like sweet music to my ears. My love for her slammed into me, sending me over as I came too, yelling her name as we rode the wave together.
Nothing compared to this. Deep satisfaction settled in my bones. She was mine. We were united, one love, one body.
I pressed my forehead to hers. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that I’m going to wake up in the morning, and you’ll be here, in my arms.” I swallowed. “I love you so much, Buttercup, it hurts.” Truth.
She kissed me with soft lips. “Is it always like this? Like I just went to heaven?”
Smiling, I lay back and pulled her against me. “Never. That’s what happens when soulmates make love.”
I watched her until she drifted off to sleep, amazed she loved me after all I’d put her through. I promised myself that no matter what happened in the future, no matter the rough patches we might come across, I’d never give up on us. As long as we both lived, I’d be here. For her. For us.
Fate had known all along we were soulmates.
Now, I did, too.
Epilogue
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Nora
“Sometimes, for no discernible reason, I wake up at 3:00 am and gaze at Leo. Without him knowing, I softly stroke his face and kiss his lips.” –Nora Blakely
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A few days before Christmas
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