Chapter 20 #3
"What are you-" my question ended in a gasp as she pulled me free from my trousers and dove towards me with her face like she was about to bite it off.
She clamped her soft lips around the tip of me, and the noise that came out of me was guttural and unexpected as my abs clenched, my claws tearing at the air at the sudden shock of wet, warm, pleasure.
She slid her mouth up and down my shaft and then sank her lips around my end again, sucking me in as I felt the head of me hit the back of her throat.
"Leija," I groaned.
She let out her own moan and slid her mouth down my length again.
I didn't want her mouth; I wanted all of her.
I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her off of me and pushing her back down on the bed.
Her skirt fell in shimmering silver pools as I threw it up, diving underneath to find her slit between her legs, drenched and waiting for my tongue.
I licked her, sinking my tongue into her as she let out a cry, her hips lifting to meet my mouth.
I devoured her, her thighs quivering, the flavor of her filling my senses, and then I needed her, and she was grabbing my ears, pulling me up her body.
My cockhead found her opening, and I didn't wait.
I also didn't rush.
I sank into her slowly, inch by inch, reveling in her seductive heat, watching her lips part into an o as her head tilted back and her eyelids fluttered, and she looked at me as if I had made her entire world come undone and put it back together again.
I was all the way in, seated deep as her thighs pressed against mine, and my lower abdomen rubbed against her wet slit.
"Come with me," she whispered, and I felt her inner muscles clamp down around me, nearly making me spill myself right then and there.
I held myself, my eyes closed, not moving until the urge faded and I felt I could slide inside her without losing myself to the intensity of her.
She didn't hold still.
She shifted her hips, rocking herself on my length in small, deep strokes, rubbing herself against me as she continued to clamp down inside, gripping me in sleek velvet, destroying my self-control as she took her pleasure from me, taunting me with how desperately I needed to fill her with my seed.
There was only one answer I could give her, and she was destroying my ability to speak.
"Come with me," she repeated again, the shifting of her hips, the rocking of the ocean, the slide of her body against mine, the feel of her small, rounded claws pressing into my back, her heels digging into me, urging me deeper.
"Anywhere," I growled as I grabbed her hip with my hand, anchoring her as I gave into her.
She was the rock I crashed upon, steady against the relentlessly pounding of my need, of my desire, of my craving.
I followed the cries of her pleasure with rabid fascination, drawing them out and chasing them down, changing my angle and velocity until she was screaming out my name and my knot was thickening within her, tying us together in ways I could never have imagined.
She milked me of my essence, and I spent every part of myself in her.
We came apart together.
Afterward, I didn't focus on releasing my knot as I had done in the hurry of our marriage joining.
This time I stayed thick and hard inside her, locking us together as I lay down to the side of her, holding her against my body as we breathed hard.
Once we left, everything would happen quickly, and I wanted to stay in this moment a little bit longer.
"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you," I said.
"You fell in love with me when I was naked and running for my life?" she asked, one brow arching.
"Then again, when you seized me in your hand, drawing me from my madness and into your grip," I said.
"When I grabbed your dick," she said, her tone flat. "That's when you fell in love with me."
"Then again, when I saw how determined you were to learn," I continued, rushing the next part before she could twist that one.
"And then again, when you braved my self-imposed isolation to take care of me, and then again, when you took me into you as your mate.
I have fallen in love with you so many times, I will fall in love with you so many times that one day I will lose count and all that will exist in every moment is how much my heart yearns to forever be yours. "
"Good," she said. "Because I'm never letting it go."
I laughed, the sound ripped from me before I could stop it.
She always caught me off guard, in the best ways.
I’d fallen for her when we had no words to share.
And now that we did, now that she could parry with me in language and in soul, now that she could talk me down from the ledge of my own self-doubt, I was falling all over again.
The future opened before me, bright and wild and unspeakably full, of her.
Of us. Of mornings tangled in sheets and nights tangled in laughter.
Of shared battles and quiet glances and soft hands reaching for mine in the dark.
She had become my everything.
"A few more moments," I said, pressing my forehead to hers. "Then we go."
"Good," she murmured. Then she lifted her arm, admiring how the gems on her bracelets caught the light. "But we're taking the family jewels with us."