Chapter Twenty Eight
When Jaak and I get into bed, it’s gentle and soft.
There’s no frenzy to it, not like when I led him on a chase.
That was for me, for my own reassurance that he wanted me.
Besides that, it was fun to have him chase me.
I think I’m going to do it again, maybe a few times.
Okay, a lot of times. The rush only added a high to when he caught me.
Now it’s not about a high or a rush. It’s about love.
True love. The kind of love that I didn’t think existed anywhere but outside of a beat up storybook.
When Jaak touches me, he does it like I’m made of glass.
His big hands span my sides easily and if it wasn’t for being unbreakable now I don’t think I’d be able to persuade him to lay with me the way he is now.
His body is up against mine, the warm heat of him relaxes me, makes me want to be closer to the Minotaur I’m in love with.
I run my fingers over the planes of his stomach, the ridges of his muscles.
When your husband is a minotaur there’s a lot of real estate a girl has to get a handle on.
I smile and kiss the side of his neck and arch my back to press my breasts against his chest.
Jaak growls low, the sound vibrates through my body and I moan into the side of his neck.
“You feel so good. Perfect,” I whisper.
“You are perfection. The kind that I never thought would be mine to touch,” Jaak says.
He moves a hand down to cup my thigh and I move with him.
I raise my leg and curl it over his hip as Jaak settles between my thighs.
His cock is thick and heavy and nudges against my aching flesh.
I wiggle, just enough to get the length of him between my thighs and pressing against me.
I’m aching and wet for him. I lift my hips and roll them against his cock.
The effect is Jaak’s short intake of breath.
He closes his eyes as he regains control.
Part of me wants to tease him, to push his limits again but I won’t.
That’s not for tonight, not for our first time together.
We have unlimited nights ahead of us. Forever for me to drive my husband out of his mind.
The hand on my thigh caresses my skin lightly. I don’t know what he’s tracing on my skin with his fingertips but it feels a lot like a heart. I smile up at him and decide it is because I like that idea.
“I’m ready,” I tell him. I reach up to touch him. I can’t stop myself, so I don’t even bother. I run my palms up his jaw and clasp my hands behind his neck. “I’m yours.”
He lowers his head, nose running up the side of my neck and to my cheek. The hand on my thigh goes still before it moves to cup my thigh and pull me closer. I can feel his hard length between my legs.
“You are my life. I will not forsake you. So long as my heart beats I will always be at your side, Meadow. Even if hell opened itself up to claim me again, I would fight my way back to you. I will always fight for you, my heart. I will never leave you. I swear this to you as a vow.”
Tears prick my eyes and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “I know,” I whisper. “I know. I love you.” The bond that binds us together pulses before it falls silent and Jaak kisses me. “
I love you. Forever, Meadow.” When Jaak moves I meet him eagerly.
He thrusts into me with a moan. “Meadow,” he whispers and again we move together.
I wrap my legs around him and pull him as close as I can manage while our bodies become one.
Jaak kisses me, thrusts faster and not nearly fast enough for the way my body craves him.
I roll my hips and keep up with him as best as I can. The pleasure takes my breath away.
“More,” I gasp, “I want all of you.”
We move together as one and when the pleasure comes crashing down on me again, it’s Jaak that I hold on to as I cry out his name. I’m still holding him tight when he finds release and moans my name.
“Meadow.”
Tears overwhelm me and I don’t hold them back. I let them come and smile up at Jaak when he wipes away my tears and kisses my cheeks. I’ve never been this happy. Never this cherished or protected. Nothing can happen to me as long as Jaak is with me. Nothing will ever touch me again but him.
“You are my heart, Meadow.”