Chapter 69 Ahnna #2
Taking hold of his hands, Ahnna placed them at her waist, then again rose on her toes to claim his lips.
She parted them with her tongue, closing her eyes as she stroked it across his, then bit at his bottom lip.
She kissed along his jaw, his stubble rough against her skin, and the feel of it causing tension to coil in her stomach.
Catching hold of his hair with one hand, she bit at his earlobe, her mouth turning up in a smile as his fingers tightened on her hips, his cock twitching where it pressed hard against her stomach.
She pulled harder on his hair, forcing his head back as she licked down his throat, using her other hand to trail her nails over the thick muscle of his shoulder.
Tall as she was, he was nearly twice as broad, and she relished the feeling of being enveloped by his strength as she pressed her breasts against his chest, feeling his heart thud against hers.
For a moment, Ahnna remained where she was, struck with a sudden fear of what it would be like if she couldn’t feel his heart.
As though to prepare herself for that eventual pain, her heart stuttered, and it felt like it was tearing itself apart in her chest. Tomorrow, he would leave. Tomorrow, he would go north.
Then James’s arms closed around her, pulling her tight, and as he said, “There is no tomorrow. There is only right now,” Ahnna realized she’d spoken her thoughts aloud.
“I’m afraid,” she whispered. “I want to break my heart now so that I don’t have to worry about protecting it.”
“I’ll protect it.” He kissed her. “In this life, and in every life.”
He was the only person in the world she trusted with her heart, so Ahnna gave it over to him. Kissed her way down the hard planes of his stomach until she reached the trousers clinging to his hips, and pushed them out of her way. He kicked away boots and clothes, weapons thudding against the floor.
Ahnna took a heartbeat to drink in his naked body, an ache building again between her legs because never in her life had she seen such masculine beauty.
Like a statue carved by an artist with talent beyond measure, except life pulsed through his veins and burned in the amber eyes that looked down at her as she took his cock in her mouth, drawing him in deep.
He groaned, and she felt it in her core as he said, “Stars, woman, I’m not going to last if you do that.”
James caught hold of her arms, trying to pull her up, but Ahnna only dug her nails into the hard muscle of his ass and drew him in deep enough that her throat spasmed.
He stopped fighting her, his fingers tangling in her hair as she showed him what her words could not tell him, the taste of him driving her wild.
He moaned her name, repeating it like it was sacred, then his fingers tightened on her hair. “Not like this. I need to be in you.”
It was his turn to plead. There was a desperate edge to his voice, and it was not one she intended to deny.
She didn’t resist as he pushed her back onto the bed, the sheets silken against her oversensitive skin.
James pressed down on her, the weight of him alluring, and she parted her legs wide.
Lifted one over his shoulder, watching his gaze darken as he traced a finger down her thigh, then pressed the tip of his cock against her.
Ahnna cried out his name, her back bowing as he drove into her, inch by merciless inch until they were entirely joined.
James leaned into her, burying his face in her throat, his fingers locking with hers.
His breathing was ragged against her skin as he said, “I want you to come for me, Ahnna Ashford. I need it.”
He was the only man alive she would accept claiming her like this. Claiming her in every possible way. “Then don’t stop.”
His fingers tightened, and his hips moved.
He thrust deeper and harder, the bed slamming against the wall.
Ahnna clung to him, one leg still around his shoulders and the heel of the other digging into the muscle of his ass, because she wanted all of him.
Needed him to lose himself in her as she’d lost herself to him.
Every muscle in her body was tense, her breath so rapid that her head spun, her climax rising as she sensed him losing control. “Don’t stop.”
He caught hold of her other hand, lifting her arms above her head, cheek pressed to hers. Her heart was a riot in her chest, and closing her eyes, Ahnna let all her walls down and gave him everything.
The force of the pleasure stole her breath, her sight, her voice, but she heard him howl her name.
Felt the force of her husband’s control finally coming undone and spilling into her.
He collapsed against her, and with her now-free hands, Ahnna wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of him, their hearts slowing and allowing words to form.
But Ahnna didn’t speak, only allowed James to curl around her body, her head tucked under his chin and his arm around her waist. In the faint light, she looked at the cut on his palm from their vows, the words they’d spoken repeating in her head as James’s breathing deepened with sleep.
Dawn was a long ways off, but she felt the slow march of time, and the fear of what would come with tomorrow came with it. In the silence, she swore her own vow. “No matter how far this war takes you from me, I’ll find you. Whether it’s in this life or the next.”