Shoving his pants down, she waited for him to toe off his shoes and socks and step out of his jeans. She stuck her finger through a jagged hole in the heavy fabric. “Rough day?”
“Rough week.” He chuckled and dropped to the bed beside her, pushing her flat and leaning up on one elbow to gaze down at her. He slid the pants from her grip and tossed them on the floor. “I’l tel you everything you want to know later. Right now, I need you.”
She kicked off her heels, her heart thrumming in her chest at the look in his eyes. “Wel , then. I’m al yours.”
“Mine. Yes. I like that.” He smiled, leaned forward, and brushed his lips over her col arbone. “I also like this dress. You look like a felony waiting to happen.”
Shrugging delicately, she let the strap fal off one shoulder. “I clean up okay.”
“You’re beautiful.” He reached for the zipper on the side and slid it down. She arched her back to help him drag the shiny garment over her head. His grin turned feral when he gazed at her bare breasts. “Beautiful . . .
and mine.”
“Mine,” she whispered. She let her fingertips drift down his torso until she could swirl one around the head of his cock. He was wet with pre-cum, and she brought the pearly fluid to her mouth to taste.
His pupils expanded until only a thin rim of silver remained as he watched her. He stopped breathing for a moment, and then he sprang into action. He wrestled her panty hose and underwear down her legs, and she was naked in seconds. He settled on top of her, his thighs shoving hers apart.
Wrapping her arms around him, she pushed her feet against the mattress, lifting herself in offering. He groaned, reached between them, grasped his cock, and rubbed it up and down her slit, circling the head on her clit. Moisture gushed from her sex, excitement coiling with each brush of his hot flesh against hers.
“Please, Merek,” she gasped, shudders running through her body. “Inside me. I need you.”
“I need you, too, sweetheart. Always.” He guided himself to her entrance, pumping in one slow inch at a time. She wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting her hips up hard to take al of him. Patience was beyond her.
They both groaned when he was seated deep within her pussy, stretching her channel. She cupped her hands on his strong jaw and urged him down to kiss her. She had to taste him, honey sweet and al Merek.
Masculine and perfect and hers. Perfect for her. He licked her lips before shoving his tongue into her mouth.
His hot, sensual rhythm matched the tempo he set with his hips, working his cock into her slick sex.
Magic flowed so easily between them, twining and melding together. Every movement brought a new wave of pleasure spel s skating over their skin. Magic skipped and sizzled, pure carnal energy. Love.
“I love you,” she moaned, sliding her hands over his shoulders and back, down to palm his ass and pul him tighter against her.
“Yes.” His breath sighed out, and he plunged deeper into her pussy, harder. Faster. “Say it again, sweetheart. Don’t ever stop.”
When he ground his pelvis into her clit, she sobbed it. The words became a litany born from her soul. “I love you. I love you, Merek. I love you so much.”
She arched beneath him, the hair on his chest scraping over her nipples. They tightened to points, and she sighed at how good he felt. He slowed down his thrusts, and she moaned a protest, but his hard penetration every time he entered her made tingles explode over her skin. He braced his arms straight out on either side of her, which changed the angle of his thrust and pushed him deeper between her thighs.
Gasping, she tightened her legs around his waist and tugged lightly at the hair on his chest. The smile he gave her was wicked, and he rol ed his hips against her, sending a flood of magic right to the core of her.
Her pussy flexed around him, and she sucked in a shocked breath. “Oh, gods. ”
“I love you, Chloe.” Harsh breaths bel owed in and out of his lungs. Sweat gleamed on his face and chest, and he shuddered over her. The way he clenched his jaw and groaned every time he pushed his cock into her sex told her how close he was to orgasm. As close as she was.
The intensity of the spel s pouring over her sensitized skin made her writhe. Every inch of them that touched was electrified with it. Power. Pleasure.
He lowered himself until he could suck the tip of her breast into his mouth, his teeth and tongue working her nipple. Then he bit down, and she burst into a thousand pieces. Her pussy spasmed on his cock, her inner wal s clamping down on him in strong pulses. He released her nipple with a moan, and he thrust hard and fast into her sex, riding her with fierce intent. His gray eyes sparked molten mercury, swirling with the energy racing back and forth between them.
She arched into him, sending a sizzle of magic down his skin. “Come for me, Merek. Now.”
A shout erupted from him, and he froze over her, his cock buried deep. His fluids pumped into her, and he shuddered, his gaze locked with hers as they rode out the storm together. Then he sighed and sank down on her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, cradling him close. They both shook with the aftereffects of their loving, hearts pounding against each other, sweat sliding down their heated skin.
“I love you, Chloe. Gods, how I love you.” He crushed her to him, rol ing them onto their sides, but staying deep inside her. Enough love to last ten lifetimes shone in his eyes. He stroked her hair back from her face, his voice and touch reverent. “Only you.”
“I love you, too. Only you.” She shook her head, tears shimmering in her eyes as she smiled at him. Only Merek had ever made her let down her guard enough to love, to need without fear or shame, to give everything. Her heart and body and soul. Only Merek could bring her through her worst nightmares and stil make her feel safe, cherished, loved. Hopeful that their future would be far brighter than their pasts. Bright enough to keep the darkness at bay.
Only Merek.
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