Chapter 17 #2
When he has the audacity to lift his head, I close my fist in his hair, growl, yank his lips back to mine, and tear at his suit and tie as I demand a deeper kiss.
His groan arrows straight to my core. My drenched panties cling to my sex, muting the friction I so badly need as I grind myself against him.
He nips my bottom lip and thrusts his hips. I gasp and writhe.
“Please, Brennan.”
My guttural, needy voice only heightens my senses. Every brush of cool air against my face and throat sensitizes my skin. The ache between my legs is too much.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby doll, but I need you,” he groans against my lips.
“I need you, too.” I shudder in response.
He growls and consumes my mouth. I release his hair and attack his clothes. With impatient hands, I yank his tie free and rip open his shirt. Buttons skitter along the floor. When his undershirt impedes my access to his chest, I slip my hand into his collar.
We both moan at the electric touch.
Every logical thought flees from my mind. The world becomes a sensual, erotic, jumbled mess as I strip my ex-stepbrother and kiss him as though I’ll die without his lips on mine.
He pulls the zipper on my dress down. Cold air hits my back before the deliciously vibrant warmth of his hand splays over the expanse.
I whine when he presses me to him and wriggle when he reaches underneath my ass without touching me.
Metal clicks together as he unfastens his belt and opens his trousers. I bury my hands in his hair and explore his face, ears, and throat with my teeth and tongue. His rapid breaths infuse me with boldness, and I seal my lips to the pulse beating at the base of his throat and suck.
His groan vibrates through me and fills my panties with slippery warmth.
The world shifts as he sits on the edge of the bed with me straddling his lap.
His naked lap.
He tears his shirt down the middle and shrugs out of his ruined clothes.
My dress and panties are in the way, but I’m too impatient to wait a second longer. I need to grind my pulsing clit along the veiny underside of his perfect cock.
Even as fear skitters down my spine and horrible memories flash through my mind, I trust Brennan.
And I need him too much to deny us both any longer. Even without the drug blazing through my veins, a sense of rightness spears through me.
He knows about his father’s attack, my mother’s hatred, and our lost baby half sister, and he still vows to never leave me. He proposed—and meant it. The devotion and worship in his touch electrifies and soothes me.
I also claimed him in front of everyone—and meant it. The memory of the clingy rich bitch’s skirts flying and feet up in the air fills me with mirth.
I lift my head from Brennan’s throat and smirk.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous, baby doll,” he groans.
I push my dress off my shoulders and gasp as he cups my breasts in his hands. When he bends and takes my left nipple into his mouth, a wave of euphoria crashes through me. My insides clench on nothing. It’s too much yet not enough.
Even as mini shocks roll through me from the unexpected orgasm, I reach under my skirt and pull my panties aside. The smooth, wet glide of flesh on flesh steals my breath.
Brennan’s hands roam over me as he worships my breasts with his mouth. I hook an arm around his nape and brace my knees on the mattress on either side of his hips, but when I lift and fit the head of his cock to my entrance, I freeze.
Ice and fire war within me. Even as my arousal coats us both, I can’t force myself lower onto him. He’s so big. So thick.
“Who am I, Audrey?”
His breath washes over my sensitive flesh. Goosebumps rise on my arms.
I meet his eyes and stare in delight at the visual of his masculine features so flushed and aroused. He flicks the tip of his tongue over my nipple.
“Brennan,” I gasp.
He smirks.
“Yes, baby doll. It’s me. I’m yours. Use me however you need,” he murmurs against my breast.
I melt and hiss as the broad head of his cock sinks into me. The delicious stretch changes everything I thought I knew about myself. It dismantles the pain of my ex-stepfather’s attack and morphs my fear to wonder while his rapturous gaze eradicates the humiliation.
Feeling like a goddess, I lower myself further onto his cock.
The smooth, intense invasion of his shaft as I join our bodies becomes the center of the universe.
With my ass resting on his thighs, my hands in his hair, his tongue swirling around my nipple, and his eyes piercing into my soul, I tilt my hips to test the fit of him inside me and shatter at the fullness and pressure as my panties compress my clit.
I orgasm in delicious, terrifying waves until I fear my lungs might burst and my heart might fail.
When the painful bliss finally relents, I blink the tears from my lashes and tremble at the adoration in my lover’s gaze.
“More. Again,” Brennan groans.
He’s still hard inside me.
My jellified legs refuse to work no matter how much I long to bring the man I love to the same heights.
“Help me,” I beg.
His quiet curse shivers down my spine.
I die a million glorious deaths as he takes control, grabbing my hips and dominating my mouth with the same intensity as he works me up and down his shaft. With each thrust bringing a new rush of sensations, I scratch, cling, and plead for more with nonsensical words.
He gives it.
As I clench on an impossibly deeper, more profound orgasm, he buries himself to the hilt and fills my pussy with his release.
I float in a sea of bliss, safe within his arms, and growl my displeasure when he loosens his grip and leans back.
He slips his fingers under mine, lifts my hand to our faces, and rubs his thumb along the massive ring glittering in the light.
“You took advantage of me, so now you have to take responsibility for me. Marry me, Audrey.”
I don’t need to think twice. A sob wrenches from me, sending shockwaves through us both.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Brennan,” I manage through my thick throat.
With his ring on my finger, his cock in my pussy, and his love in my heart, I cry cathartic tears of bliss.
He vowed to never leave me again, and I believe him. I trust him. I need him.
Brennan Diamond is mine. My future husband. My boss. My lover.
Mine.
Forever.