Chapter 36
36
ESME
"E sme…"
My name fell from his lips. Reverent. Holy.
And in his arms, I felt like a goddess.
As Brogan drank from me, I felt his emotions swirling through our newfound link: relief, desire, and above all else—a love so pure it took my breath away—a heady mix of pain and ecstasy that lit every nerve ending on fire, and made me feel so, so alive.
I moaned in disappointment when I felt his fangs release their hold on me, but I shouldn’t have worried.
Time slowed as he worshipped every inch of my body, tracing the places where bruises had been, replacing pain with pleasure. His fingertips danced across my skin, his tongue healing invisible wounds. Every gasp from our lips, every arch of my back was proof that we'd both survived. That we'd found something rare and precious in the midst of the chaos and violence.
I surrendered to the sensations, my body responding to him instinctively, as if we'd been lovers for centuries rather than mere moments. In Brogan's arms, the horrors we'd faced faded to whispers, drowned out by the thundering of my heart and the sweet promises murmured against my skin.
“Esme…” he groaned.
Warmth radiated from him, chasing away the lingering chill of Marcus's cruelty. My body ached, but not from the beating—from the way his hands cradled me like I was something fragile, something sacred.
In Brogan's embrace, I felt both vulnerable and invincible, as if his touch alone could rebuild what had been broken. The weight of his body against mine anchored me to this moment, keeping the horrors of the djinn's torment at bay like a shield forged from desire and desperate need. This moment wouldn’t last forever, though. At some point, we’d have to find Alex and fight the djinn again. But for right now, I needed to reconnect to this male.
“I need you in my bed.” His breath was warm against my ear. “I need to be inside of you.”
"Yes," I moaned.
Setting my feet back down on the shower floor, he turned me until I was under the spray of water. Slowly, he washed me with soap and his bare hands. He washed me everywhere , re-learning my body like it was the first time he'd touched me.
I gasped when his mouth closed over my nipple, tugging it between his teeth and scraping his fangs along the tender flesh, teasing me with his tongue before moving to the other side to give it the same attention.
It wasn't enough. It was never enough. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, holding his mouth to my breast. "More," I demanded.
His hand slid over my ass and between my legs, and he groaned when he slid a finger inside of me and felt how wet I was for him. I opened my legs and pushed my ass into his hand as he thrust his finger in and out of my sex.
"More," I told him. "Brogan, please."
Taking my head between his palms, he kissed me hard, then turned off the water and wrapped me in a towel before lifting me into his arms and carrying me naked across the hall to his bed. He tugged the towel from me as soon as the door slammed behind us, then he dropped me onto the mattress.
For a moment, he stared down at me, his eyes roving over my body, one hand fisted around his heavy cock, dragging it up and down the swollen length.
Dios mío …he was beautiful.
I held my arms up to him and he crawled over me, settling his weight between my legs as I raised my hips to meet him. "I want you inside of me," I told him. "Now."
His big body shuddered, his muscles trembling as he held himself back.
"You won't hurt me. Please." I pulled him to me.
But still, he waited. "I want to make it last," he told me.
"Later. Right now, I just need to feel you. I need you to make me feel alive."
With a low growl, he entered me in one slick thrust that made my breath catch. Then he pulled back and pushed inside a little more. And again, until he was fully sheathed inside of me. He was thick and delicious, stretching me wide as he buried himself deep.
Our gazes locked, saying everything we couldn't put into words, and then he began to move, slow and steady, his eyes never leaving mine. His movements were worshipful, his eyes fierce with love and terror that he'd almost lost me. Every stroke of his hips spurred a corresponding pulse of pleasure that radiated outward from where we were joined. The tension built quickly, threatening to consume me as I dug my nails into the backs of his shoulders.
Slipping one hand beneath my thigh, he drew my leg up higher around his ribcage, angling himself even deeper inside of me. "Es…I need to…" His words trailed off on a moan.
"Yes," I told him. " Dios , you feel so good inside of me."
I held on as he picked up speed, thrusting in and out of my slick channel harder, faster…
The climax tore through me with such exquisite intensity that I cried out his name. My whole body convulsed uncontrollably, and he let out a growl before his mouth came down hard on mine, swallowing my cries and his own hoarse shout as he pushed impossibly deeper and found his own release.
I couldn't catch my breath. My heart pounded and my skin hummed from the force of my orgasm as he lazily slid in and out of me. I ran my hands through his hair, down the curve of his spine, memorizing the feel of him as our hearts slowed and our breathing evened out.
And when he raised his head, I kissed him, slow and deep, committing his taste to memory. "I love you," I whispered.
He pulled back, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that stole my breath. "I love you, too, darlin'. More than I ever knew I could.”
"And you owe me lipstick."
That slow, sexy grin spread across his handsome face, and my heart swelled to see it. "We'll go shopping as soon as it's safe to do so."
"And what will we do until then?"
The gleam in his eyes turned wicked as he pulled his still hard erection from me and flashed his fangs before he crawled down my body and sank them into the artery on the inside of my thigh.
"Dios mío …"