Capturing the sash of her cherry coloured dressing gown, I tugged on the cord. I’d watched her take a bath earlier and I couldn’t get the images of her br**sts floating, covered with bubbles out of my mind. She’d looked like a delectable desert all for me.
“I want you, dobycha.”
“I’m not your prey.”
I bowed my head and bit her neck. “No? What are you then?”
She shivered as I licked her gently and dragged my nose up her chin. Inhaling her lily of the valley and clean smell of soap, I drugged myself on her.
Her eyelids fluttered closed, swaying into me as I yanked the dressing gown off her shoulders and cupped her breast. “What are you, Hazel?”
My c**k throbbed to plunge inside her, but I wanted to go slow. I wanted to savour every part.
She dropped her eyes. I raised my fingers to press beneath her chin. Her lips tilted upward, looking plump and tempting.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
Her eyes grew heavy. She swayed forward on tiptoe, pressing her delicious lips against mine.
Holding her chin, I forced her to open her mouth, slinking my tongue inside. She moaned; her fingers twitched against my chest. I loved her touch. I loved her being able to touch me. I loved that I had no urge to crush her or slam her to the floor.
I couldn’t have asked for a better gift.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips.
Her arms suddenly flew around me, pressing herself hard. Her curves to my edges. Her flame to my dy***ite.
Gone was the need to drag out the night. I couldn’t think about eating or sitting across from her and trying to ignore the pull.
The room throbbed with need. My head pounded with hunger to be inside her. I’d run out of self-control.
Gathering her up, I stumbled backward, bringing her with me. “I’m going to worship you, Zel.”
She trembled in my arms, her sleek wet tongue dancing with mine.
When my bare feet sank into the fluffy sheepskins on the floor, I lowered us down until I sat upright, and she straddled my lap.
I groaned as her hands dropped from my chest to my buckle. I no longer wore black. I no longer had a compulsion to dress in a colour that offered me some form of safety. I wore whatever colour struck me. I embraced designs and patterns.
I still didn’t wear underwear though, and gasped as Zel’s hot hand wrapped around my cock.
She pumped me once, causing my stomach to clench. Fire exploded in my balls. I lost all thought and control. I struggled to stay coherent. “Zel. Wait—I want…”
Her every touch annihilated me, not because I no longer wanted to kill her, but because she brought me back to life.
“Make love to me, Roan.”
I no longer had to obey her commands, but I wouldn’t turn down the request—the sweet invitation of joining with the woman who gave me everything.
I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her neck back. The silver star glinted around her neck and I paused. Instead of biting her, I kissed her ever so gently.
She moaned, wriggling against me.
“God, don’t move. I’ll come if you do.” My hands dropped to cup her breast. Shock filled me. Her br**sts were swollen and big. Not what I was used to from her smaller cup size.
Zel squirmed away after a second, too sensitive. “I need you, Roan. Now.”
How was it every time we had sex it ended being too much to bear. Too wild. Too full of need to take it slow.
I could barely see with need for her.
Wrapping my arms around her back, I squashed her against me. Loving the thrum of her heart against mine. The heat of her skin. “I want to spend a lifetime making you come, Hazel. A lifetime of pleasure and happiness.”
She smiled, throwing her head back as I kissed along her chin. “I like that proposal.” Her mouth searched mine and she moaned as I plunged my tongue past her lips. I f**king drowned in her taste and my h*ps surged upward, searching for her.
Her tongue swirled with mine while she gyrated on my lap. She rushed me, rubbing her intoxicating wetness along my cock. I growled with frustration as her eager hand went between my legs and cupped my balls. “Now, Roan. Take me.”
I gritted my teeth as a wave of lust filled my belly. “I wanted to lead tonight, but you’ve taken control once again. You own me so f**king completely, Zel.” My vision pulsed as she stroked my cock, harder and harder until all I could think about was filling her. Thrusting into her.
“I’m just enjoying being able to touch you with no fear.” She bent her head to bite my neck. “I can bite you.”
She stopped stroking me and shoved the robe away until she sat gloriously na**d in my lap. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, bringing us within breathing distance. “I can hug you.”
Spreading her legs, she arched her back and sank ever so slowly down my length. “I can f**k you.”
I groaned as she consumed me with hot darkness. “I can adore you.” Her arms pressed on my shoulders as she pushed upward. We moaned loudly as she sank back down. Down and down until every inch of me was in every inch of her.
Goddammit, this woman. I would never get enough of her.
I f**king loved her forever.
Throwing all plans for a slow and seductive evening away, I pushed up with my legs and splayed her flat on her back on the sheepskin. She flinched at the speed, then sighed and shivered as I thrust into her.
“You like that?” I kissed her nose, her cheek, her eyelids. “You like me being inside you? Fucking you? Loving you?”
She bit her lip, fingernails scrabbling at my back. “Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
The flickering gold and oranges of the fire danced across her skin, making her look like she burned with need.
Keeping my weight on one elbow, I traced down the centre of her body all while rocking into her. I followed the path of where the silver chain used to be. The one I’d fabricated in hope it would protect her from me. I missed it. We hadn’t used it often, but now I liked the thought of restraining her just so I could indulge in my fill. To make her come apart as successfully as she made me.
I made a mental note to fabricate another. To bind her with silver, so I could take her completely.
For now, I had an alternative.
Leaning down to kiss her, I fumbled for the edge of the sheepskin and came up with the pair of fluffy handcuffs.
Her eyes flared, but she didn’t say a word as I secured one around her wrist and the other…around mine. Locking us together left wrist to left wrist. The novelty cuffs didn’t stand a chance against holding, but I liked the symbolism; the blatant acknowledgment that we belonged to each other.