“Do you know how good you taste? Can you imagine it?”
His tongue went deep inside of her, finding a sensitive spot she hadn’t known was there.
“What have we here? I think I just found my favorite part of your body—except for your amber eyes, of course.”
Then he went back to what he had been doing and—oh gods—what that was. His tongue stroked in and out of her, stopping to caress that magic spot he’d found over and over again. Then finally, he inserted two fingers inside of her. A pressure she’d never felt before clenched inside of her and she tried to breathe.
But it was hard. Closing her eyes, she grabbed the bed with her hands, hoping to brace herself, to get some semblance of control back. It was no use.
“Don’t hold back. Come for me. Let me watch you explode.”
With one last lazy swirl of his finger on her sweet spot, she exploded into a million pieces. Colors formed before her eyes and for a second she might swear she was above her body staring down.
Michael’s tongue continued to lap at her and she became aware that liquid had expelled from her vagina.
“Um…” She tried to speak. It was tough as she panted to form coherent thoughts.
“You’re so gorgeous, Scarlett. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
His voice held such raw emotion, such passion that she stared at him in awe. “What you did to deserve me?”
The very idea that he thought he was somehow unworthy of her…
It was preposterous.
Before she could speak again, he was kissing her, softly, gently on the mouth. She could taste herself on him and the naughtiness of it thrilled her. In between kisses, he murmured nonsensical words, telling her things she couldn’t follow, but the way he spoke made her heart flutter. Michael believed in eternity, he believed that the joining they were about to make would bring them together, not just for now, but for always, in the life that happened when you left this planet.
She believed him. She, Scarlett Knoll, who had never imagined any truly good thing could ever happen to her knew he spoke the truth. Which was why, she wrapped her legs around his waist and braced herself—happily, willingly—for his cock to enter her.
She wanted it. If it hurt, she didn’t care. If it was something she had to endure every night for the rest of her life—she would. Because it was for Michael. Her Michael.
Keeping his gaze on hers, he entered her. She waited for the pain, for the assault.
Nothing.
The only thing she felt was full, as if she’d waited for this. She’d been somehow empty and now she wasn’t anymore. Then he started to move.
Now she could feel him. Michael moved in such a way that the side of his cock brushed up against her sensitive area that had made her orgasm so completely before.
How did he do that?
Gods, she didn’t care. She closed her eyes. Wow.
This was better. She wasn’t sure how that was possible. Truly, when she’d come on Michael’s tongue she’d thought that was the ultimate experience. This, however, had already topped it.
Scarlett could feel the pressure building inside of her again.
“Gods, Scarlett, I want to make this last. I want to make it so good, but I’m not sure I can. I’m so hard and you are, sweet heavens, you are so tight.” Michael panted. “Can you feel that? Can you feel how you milk my cock like that? Oh gods, your sweet little pussy.”
His words were almost as stimulating as what he did inside of her. She wasn’t going to make it. She wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen. Nor did she have the mental capacity to really figure it out. Maybe it would be just like before, maybe not.
In and out, they moved together forming a rhythm, a primitive dance that was just their two bodies joined, experiencing each other. How could she have been afraid of this?
Michael was everything. She knew now that in the same way he’d never let anyone harm her when they were out of the bedroom, he wouldn’t let anything but pleasure touch her in the bed too.
Soon, she couldn’t breathe. Her knees buckled as he lifted her up by the ass pulling her even closer beneath him. He arched against her, giving her sensitive nub a full-on assault.
“Michael.” She screamed his name as she came, this time not sure she’d ever make it back into her own body, dying a million deaths in the most pleasure she could possibly endure.
Seconds later, from a distance, she heard Michael shout her name. All she could do was breathe and hold onto him. Her eyes glued shut, she realized she sobbed and it was okay, because it was a true release. She’d come undone and what was left of her was better, stronger, more “Scarlett” than she’d ever been before.
Michael whispered in her ear. “Open your eyes.”
She wasn’t sure she could, but she liked doing what Michael told her to do. It felt right, it was always safe.
When she did, she gasped. Between their bodies floated the most amazing colors she’d ever seen. She could see them coming and going, out of her body and into Michael’s, and the reverse was true as well. Michael had all the colors of the rainbow leaving him and entering her.
As they touched her, she realized what was happening. First it was red and she sucked in her breath. The red was Michael’s strength, his resolve, the part of him that always knew how to move forward and which direction he needed to walk. The next was blue, it was his kindness, his heart, his sense of right and wrong. Mixed with the red she knew it would never falter, even when he had to do things that made him uncomfortable.
There were less forthright parts of Michael. They were no less beautiful. He was insecure of his value, he had a strong sense of failure even when he had not been at fault.
He loved family, valued them above everything else. That included her now. She was the first and foremost importance in his life.
And for the first time, Scarlett could see herself as he saw her. He’d said it but she hadn’t understood—or perhaps she simply hadn’t believed—that she was a gift to him.
The one thing in his life he’d thought never to have, but would hold onto with both hands to keep. Always loving her, always needing her, making her his whole universe.
Dear gods, she would carry Michael inside of her for all the days of her life now.
And if she died, she would take parts of him with her. That’s why he would follow immediately. She carried half of his soul as he now carried half of hers.
Neither of them had ever really been whole without the other. Now they could simply not exist apart.
And it was a beautiful gift.
“Oh, Michael.” She wrapped her arms around him and held on, knowing that he would never let her go. The tears she cried were, for the first time, nothing but happiness.
Chapter Nine
Michael felt as if he could reach out and touch Scarlett’s soul. Her kindness had come into his soul first. That was no surprise. She was a woman who had graciously forgiven each and every person who had, at one time, abused her in some way. How was that even possible? Michael was certain he couldn’t do it.
Yet, as he now carried part of Scarlett inside of him, he could sense it. That level of forgiveness was an actual possibility for her. She was also capable, smart, funny and giving. Oh gods, she was so much more. He could hardly keep up with all the parts of Scarlett he was given.
He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her how fantastic she was when his wolf interrupted. Up until now, he’d been silent.
This isn’t over, Michael. This is our chance. I have to go and get her.
Michael’s head swam. He was exhausted, beat up, he’d just had incredible sex and now his wolf made no sense. What?