I cried out his name as his teeth claimed my nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. I keened, arching my hips, seeking his erection, his thigh, anything to give me the friction I so desperately needed.
Still sucking and licking, his hand moved down to my jeans, opening the button. The hiss of the zipper was so sexy on the air. I lifted my hips, helping him get them down my legs, then his fingers were there, finding my center through the white cotton panties.
“So fucking wet,” he muttered and pushed the material into me, causing me to wail his name again. The heel of his hand ground into my clit, circling as he increased the pressure. I arched into it, needing it faster, harder as his tongue licked deep into my mouth.
Then he was gone, moving between my legs, and his mouth… God, his mouth had replaced his fingers. He pulled the cotton aside and stared down at my sex, pushing my thighs wider apart.
“So pretty,” he said before stripping the panties off. “So pink and ready for me.”
I grew wetter still as his tongue moved up and down my slit, going a little bit deeper with each stroke. I pulled at his hair, bucked my hips, needing more. Harder. Faster. Friction. He gave it all, closing his teeth around my clit, scraping it, bringing my entire body to life in a war of pain and pleasure, his beard its own torture as it grazed my sensitive skin.
Surrendering to it all, I palmed my breasts, pinching my nipples as his tongue and teeth and fingers assaulted me in the most incredible way. He lapped at me, going lower, his tongue swirling around my ass, bringing those sensitive nerves alive too.
“Please,” I begged, and he moaned, the vibration shooting straight through me. I abandoned my breasts, lowering my hands into his soft hair, pulling at the roots as he devoured me, his fingers sliding, curling, stroking my inner walls.
I exploded, crying with the intensity of it all, the climax hitting me like an avalanche as it carried me over the edge.
He pushed off the bed, his pants and boxers hitting the floor. I licked my lips as his cock sprang free, glistening with pre-cum. Scrambling to sit, I claimed the drops, licking them away before sucking the head into my mouth.
He growled low in his chest as I took his ass in my hands, pulling him deeper into my throat. He pulled at my hair, cursing, trying to drag me away, but I held on until I felt him pulsing in my mouth.
“You’ve got to stop. Too soon.”
I let him go, his cock making an erotic popping sound as it left my mouth. Then he flipped me over and pulled my hips up, his hand pressing my head into the mattress as he slammed into me, finding the end of me in one long stroke.
I screamed as my body struggled to accept him, my fingers curling into the sheets. I contracted my inner muscles, clamping down on him like a fist.
“Shit,” he groaned. “So fucking tight.”
I smiled, the goddess in me pleased by my ability to unravel him as much as he unraveled me. I tried to turn, wanting to see his face. Sensing what I needed, he pulled out, flipping me over before driving into me again.
My breasts rocked on my chest with each deep stroke. The muscles in his arms twitched as he held himself above me.
“So beautiful,” he murmured before sinking down to take my lips, his hips moving at a brutal speed.
My hands went into his beard, and I pushed his face up until I could see his eyes. “I love you,” I said and received that growl in return, feeling the vibration of the sound roll through me.
“God, I love you too. So damn much.”
As if the words calmed the animal raging inside him, he slowed the pace, grinding now, circling his hips. Sitting back on his heels, he hooked an arm under each of my knees, spreading me wider to his greedy gaze.
Very slowly, he withdrew until only the tip held me open. I watched him watch our bodies reconnect. In. Out. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead and chest as he gritted his teeth in the effort to slow down.
“You feel so good,” he said, his eyes on the place where we connected.
In. Out.
The slow pace was driving me crazy, each pass of the ridge of his cock on my sensitive tissues pushing me to the brink of madness.
“Please, Gray.”
He grinned, his eyes flicking up to mine, his hand moving to squeeze my breast, kneading hard and deep. “Tell me what you want.”
“Hard. Fast. I need you to make me come.”
Instead of fulfilling my request, he flipped us until I rode him, his fingers linking with mine. “Take what you need.”
I did, grinding down until my clit pressed against his pubic bone, lifting and lowering on his glistening dick.
“Lean back,” he said. “I want to see.”
Doing as he asked, I placed my hands on his thighs, spreading my legs until I’d fulfilled his request.
I felt beautiful, like the goddess he called me. Powerful and strong as I watched his face while I picked up speed. To give this much pleasure to another person was heady. To have this amount of control over such a strong man addicting.
Very slowly, his hands moved up my thighs until one found my clitoris, the other cupping a bouncing breast. The moment his thumb pushed against me, I exploded, grinding down on him hard, crying out with the suddenness of it all.
I was still quaking when he flipped us again, this time driving hard, chasing his own need. When he found it, he roared, his body tensing as he filled me with his seed.
Maybe this will be our baby.
I hugged the thought as tight as I hugged him as he fell onto me, his limp weight making it hard to breathe. But I didn’t care. I held him as his breathing slowed.
When he pushed to his elbows, I mourned the loss of his heat, but he only rolled to his side, taking me with him.
To the sound of his beating heart and the crackle of the fire, I closed my eyes, contentment like a warm cloak settling upon me.
“Are you still planning on changing your name?”
The question surprised me, and I lifted onto my elbow until I could see his face. “Yes, especially now with all the publicity. If I never see anything newspaper, it will be too soon.”
He kissed my forehead, my nose, my cheek, his fingers linking with mine. “What do you think about Zoe Maddox?”
Everything inside of me squeezed, and I searched his eyes and found the truth. “I think it has a nice ring to it.”
I yelped as he sat up and flipped me onto my back. “I want you to marry me, Zoe. Take my name. Take anything you want.” He pushed my hair back, curling it over my ear. “It doesn’t have to be right now, or even a year from now. But I want you to know that my end goal is to be your husband. We can travel first if you want. It can be on your timetable because I know we still barely know each—”
I pressed my fingertips to his mouth.
“Yes. Yes to everything.” Emotion filled my eyes, burned my nose. “You’re the happily ever after I thought I’d only get to write about.”
EPILOGUE
Gray
Terror and wonder seized my chest as Zoe pushed our baby into the world, her slippery little body all gooey and pink, her arms flailing in surprise at her sudden change of environment.