His dark, delicious eyes speared mine. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you. I want you so damn much it interferes with my head, my heart, my very fucking existence. Yet you fight for me, you bribe my enemies for me, you deliver my freedom, and then you get on your knees and pleasure me so fucking selflessly?”
He shook his head, anger dragging his brow over his eyes. “No. You deserve to be worshipped, Elle. You deserve pleasure and protection and everything your heart deserves.”
His features flickered with nervousness. “I hope to God you want me as much as I want you. My shitty life has taught me that the things I want the most are the first to be taken away. I can’t let that happen with you.”
He kissed my lips, inhaling hard, his fingers shaking. “I’ve done things I wish I could undo. I’m not proud of who I’ve been, but, Elle, fuck, if you can stand by me in prison, if you can stand with me in court, then I will stand by you for the rest of your life.”
I swayed forward, slinging my arms over his shoulders and grabbing a fistful of his hair. His obvious need to show me how he felt, his insatiable desire tainting the room—it all matched the depth of emotion I held for him.
It was endless. It was new. It was our future.
“Kiss me.”
He froze as if to argue. But then his mouth smashed against mine. His teeth caught my bottom lip, his tongue plunging as if to bypass any more conversation and make me drink his vows.
I crab-walked backward on my elbows until I had enough mattress to lie down. Penn followed, stalking over me on his hands and knees, his mouth never ceasing in its dominance of mine.
His fingers traced my bra, then my naked belly, before teasing the topline of my panties.
His palm crept between my legs, grabbing me firm. “I’m going to fuck you for days, Elle. We’re not leaving this bed until we’re boneless and on death’s door from orgasms.”
I moaned as he ripped my panties down my legs then unhooked the garter belts to unroll my pantyhose.
I arched my back for him to undo my bra, and when I lay naked, same as him, his fingers found me again.
This time, there was no lace, no boundary.
Grinding his erection onto my hip, he sank a finger unapologetically deep.
My mouth popped wide. My body bucked in his control.
“Let go, Elle. Forget about rules and society. Ignore what civilization says we should be and how we should act.” A second finger joined the first, filling me, stretching me as his cock throbbed hot and hard against my hip. “Let go and let me see you. Cry for me. Scream for me.” His voice slipped into volcanic ash. “Beg for me.”
My body rose to meet his thumb as he pressed my clit. “Penn...”
“Penn what?” he growled in my ear, his fingers fucking me, punishing me with pleasure.
My body surged to meet then bowed away. He pressed harder on the tiny bundle of nerves, making my eyes water, and a climax twist into a ravaging storm.
“I’m—I’m—”
I was so close to coming already. The sparkling transformation of my womb and spine warned me that it would happen.
I couldn’t stop it.
Because that was what Penn did to me. The magic he held over me—the same magic he’d had from the start.
“You’re?” He nipped my throat, his fingers driving faster. “Finish your sentence. Tell me.” His thumb gave me no escape. I gave up trying to move away from pleasure and threw myself head first into it.
“I’m coming.” I thought it would come out as a whisper.
It came out as a scream as I did exactly what he’d told me to do and let loose.
My body took control with the speed and power of a runaway train. The orgasm grabbed me, squeezed me, obliterated me.
Clenches and waves, I milked Penn’s fingers until I moaned unintelligently.
He kissed me deep, soft, languid as I came down from the most piercing high.
“I knew you could come fast.” His lips caressed my cheek, moving to my jaw. “That first night when you said yes—in the alley before I gave you back to David to take you home. Remember?”
I blinked, dragging myself back to human rather than liquid bliss. “When you made me come against the wall?”
A smug glint filled his gaze. “Yes.”
I shared a piece of me, giving him access to who I was. “I worried you’d take me that night. That I’d lose my virginity against a brick wall.”
“Did you prefer losing it in this very bed?”
“I did.” I smiled.
“You came that night too with my cock inside you.” His eyes rolled as if reliving heaven. “Fuck, you were so receptive. Have you always been that way? That sensitive?”
I nodded. “It comes in handy when I’m on my own and need a quickie.”
“You’ll never be on your own again.”
I arched up, seeking his lips. “You too.”
I wasn’t prepared for the way his arms latched around me with a vicious hold. He hugged me as if thanking me for becoming his. Telling me with actions that loneliness had been his cross to bear for so long, and now he no longer had to carry it.
His lips sought mine again.
And our conversation ended.
Just like that.
Chapter Forty-One
Penn
I’D WANTED TO make this last.
I wanted to memorize every inch of Elle so she wasn’t just a girl in my past who I’d mistakenly despised or a woman in my present I was fucking.
She was my future.
She was my home, and I wanted to know every freckle and birthmark, every ticklish spot and turn-on zone.
But that was before she sucked me off then came in two seconds flat as if she couldn’t stand having my hands on her and not reward me with every drop of her pleasure.
Slow would have to come later. Along with fun and toys and games and all the other exciting stuff we had to look forward to.
This was a hello after months of painful separation.
I wanted her heart thundering against mine, body to body, soul to motherfucking soul.
Without a word, I wedged my hips between her spread legs. My cock throbbed to come. My back locked as Elle grabbed the base of me, guiding me to her entrance.
Her eyes blazed blue as she rubbed my crown through her wetness, torturing both of us, coating me in her orgasm, begging me to do whatever I damn well wanted.
And I wanted.
So fucking much.
She was passionate, free, a lover and friend and partner. She was no longer a stranger or a spoiled brat I’d hated.
She’s mine.
My lips locked together as I pressed the first inch inside her.
A low, feminine moan echoed in her chest. Her legs opened wider, showing me everything, making me drunk and embarrassingly close to losing control.
Our gazes never unlocked; I looked at her with utmost awe. She bit her bottom lip, reading me better than I could read myself. Knowing I’d reached my limit on gentle and needed to be a beast.
She clenched around me, giving me permission to let go.
Slamming forward, I slid straight inside her. She spread wide and wet. A cry tumbled from her mouth and into mine as I kissed her fast and messy.
My arms went around her shoulders and nape, cuddling her close even while my hips attacked her.
The bed rocked, our breathing tore, her legs looped over my back, her ankles digging into my spine.
“Jesus,” I bit out.