Chapter 24 #2
I wasn’t about to argue that. However, I knew I’d need to be gentle.
She was the mother of my children, the love of my life, and even if she was fully healed, I wanted to be careful.
I set her down lightly on the rose petals she’d scattered across the bedspread.
Between that and the candlelight, she looked almost ethereal.
The silk robe slipped from her shoulders, exposing her bare form.
Her breasts were fuller, her stomach still receding from the ordeal of having carried not one, but two babies, but she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
I clenched my jaw down on the urge to mar the perfect flesh of her shoulder and neck.
Instead, I took a fistful of silky brown hair and gently tilted her head back.
The skin of her throat tasted of my citrus body wash and, combined with the vanilla of her shampoo, made for an alluring blend.
I ran my hands across her heavy breasts, kneading them lightly.
They would likely be sore for a while yet, but I wouldn’t dare complain about our limitations.
Trailing my fingertips lightly across her skin and down her belly, I was met with wetness. She was more than ready for me. She gasped as I brushed over the sensitive nub, back arching toward me instinctively. Her legs spread wider, giving me easier access, and I took it.
My fingers slid along her slick folds and she leaned back on her hands.
I followed, lavishing the column of her throat with my attention.
Her hips moved in time with my fingers and her breaths became rapid and uneven.
I nipped lightly at the delicate flesh where her throat met her shoulder, even that little bit proving to be almost too much for me to hold back. She whimpered, pulling me closer.
“Do it, please.”
Pulling back, I studied her face for a moment. I wanted to, more than anything. The need to bite and claim her was overwhelming. But there were risks.
“Sammy came to me earlier,” she confessed. She ran her thumb across my cheek with the hand that wasn’t holding her up. “She said she saw it, and it’s time. Everything is going to be okay.”
If there was anyone I would trust with Skye’s life, it was Sammy. The two of them had grown really close. If Sammy saw our mating and knew everything would turn out fine, then I would trust that.
“Okay,” I whispered.
She tugged my shirt off and tossed it over her shoulder.
I pressed her back onto the petal-covered bed, then slid off the edge to the floor.
Knowing that I was going to do it settled the intense need I had to get it over with.
First, I’d need to bring her close. Not that I hadn’t dreamed of tasting her womanhood again for weeks already.
Skye’s hips jerked at first contact. I applied pressure to her clit, then slid my tongue back to her opening. She groaned and gasped, muscles tightening. Her fingers found my hair and I skimmed mine along her slickness before easing them inside her.
Her back arched up off the bed and she clenched tight around my fingers.
I needed to make sure she was prepared to take me again, so I kept pumping them in and out leisurely while my mouth worked the rest of her.
Watching her writhe under my loving attention had me loosening my pants and pulling them down as far as I could from my position on my knees.
“Please, Anthony.” She tugged on my hair impatiently. “I need you in me.”
Ignoring her pleading, I sucked her clit into my mouth.
She cried out, hips bucking against me. Damn, I’d missed that.
When her tugging became painful, I relented and backed off with one last stroke.
I stood and kicked my pants away, crawling up beside her on the bed, leaving a trail of kisses all the way up, especially on the fading stretch marks.
“Okay, love,” I said. “Just tell me if it hurts too much.”
She nodded, running her fingernails through my hair.
That feeling sent a chill down my spine every time, it felt so nice, and my cock twitched in response.
I pressed my forehead to hers as I rubbed it against her, coating it in her fluids.
The friction was torturous but so good. Finally, I positioned myself at her entrance and eased inside her.
I watched her expression carefully for any signs of pain but found only love and lust in her eyes.
Slowly at first, I started moving, her hips trying to keep time with mine.
The feel of her around me brought back the temptation to sink my teeth into her.
Her breathy moans urged me on, and I picked up the pace just a bit.
“Faster, please.”
Who was I to deny this woman anything? She knew her body, knew what it could handle. I could give her what she wanted, at least.
My speed increased again, and I kept a tight lid on the part that enjoyed the brutal, unyielding pace she’d so enjoyed in the beginning.
It wasn’t the time for that. Her core muscles tightened, her breath coming in pants, and I knew she was close.
Judging by the heat building low in my stomach, I was nearly there as well.
Instinct took over then. My nose grazed over the tender spot around her collarbone.
Fangs extending, I bit into her flesh. Magic exploded over us, through us, exponentially increasing our pleasure long enough to crash through orgasm together before it all finally settled.
I could feel the moment our bond snapped in place between us.
I drew back, pleased to see how little blood there was.
Licking over the wound, I watched as it healed before my eyes.
As soon as the last mark sealed, my clan tattoo materialized across her shoulder as my tattoo burned again for the first time since we’d decided to be mates.
It flared for a second, then faded away.
Skye gazed up at me adoringly, and I leaned down to kiss her.
My mate.