Chapter 53
Chapter Fifty-Three
EMORY
T he entire day had been a blur. A long, joyful, tiring blur. We’d finally managed to convince Driscoll that we celebrated, and drank, enough, and that it was time to retire to our room.
Now Maverick clicked the door closed behind him, gaze hooded and sending flutters through me.
“I have been waiting for this moment all damn day.” He strode toward me and pulled me to him in one strong, swift move.
“Me too. I can’t wait to get some sleep,” I said teasingly.
His eyes flashed, then he spun me around and slammed my back to his chest. A gasp escaped my mouth.
“Still tired?” he whispered into my ear as he slowly began undoing the laces on the back of my glittery white dress. “What, exactly, can I do to wake you up?”
Heat flooded between my legs. I was already wet, blood pumping through my veins, but like all the games we played, I was enjoying this one far too much to end it now.
He undid the last lace and pulled my dress open, exposing my back. His finger trailed down my spine, making me shudder, igniting sparks in the wake of his touch.
He pressed a kiss to my back. “I love you,” he said. “I loved you before you had a name. I loved you before you had a face. I loved you when you were just a fur cloak and a lot of sass.” His kisses trailed lower, every one making me melt further under his touch.
I’d never liked the heat, always shied away from fire, but this... this fire could light me for the rest of my life. I couldn’t get enough of it. Of him.
He stopped when he reached the lower part of my dress. “You have far too much clothing.”
“Well, I’m still feeling very tired,” I said teasingly. “Maybe taking off this dress would help?”
“Oh, I’m sure it would.” He whipped me around to face him, then slowly ran his hands up my arms, gripping the fabric that hugged my shoulders and tugging it down just enough to expose my breasts, my peaked nipples. He peeled the dress down until it hung around my hips, my upper half exposed.
He palmed a breast, his lips brushing mine, featherlight, teasing. The heat between my legs flared, the heavy ache growing to a throb.
“Awake yet?” he murmured against my lips.
“I’m getting there.” I gasped as he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Let me try a little harder, then.” He dipped his head down and sucked hard on my nipple, his tongue swirling over it in delicious strokes.
I threw my head back, the sensation feeling so damn good. Gregory would never have done something like this. He hadn’t cared about my pleasure or making me feel good. Sex had been an obligation, not something enjoyable. Instead of staring up at the ceiling, counting down the minutes until this was over, I never wanted it to end. I wanted to stay holed up in this bedroom with Maverick Von Lucas forever. How I’d ever thought he would trap me was beyond me.
He didn’t trap me. He set me free.
“Kiss me,” I said, needing his lips on mine .
“Someone’s finally waking up.” He grinned, and then his mouth crashed into mine.
He teased my lips open, his tongue slipping inside. Both of us grappled at each other while our mouths met again and again, a force of clashing teeth, frantic tongues, and kisses that made that ache between my legs spread to every corner of my body. If I was a fire, then he was the match, lighting me with every touch.
I ripped open his red button-up, the buttons popping off.
“Driscoll’s going to be so mad,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“I don’t care.” I pressed my hands to his chest, feeling his hard muscles, admiring the way the green ribbons of light flooded in through the glass ceiling, dancing over his skin. I shoved down his suspenders, then pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders until he shrugged it off.
He gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh and walked me back toward the bed, shoving me onto it and falling on top of me, his hard length pressing into my thigh. A promise of all the things to come.
I trailed my fingers up and down his back as he pressed kisses to my lips, these ones light and feathery, sweet, but just as heated as the others.
“You know, I always thought our first time would be in the bottom of a cave or out in the highlands or in the middle of some dangerous mission,” he said.
I laughed, propping myself up on my elbows while he sat up in between my legs. “You thought about our first time?”
It was his turn to laugh. “Are you kidding me?” His gaze unraveled every bit of me, his eyes black orbs as they traveled down my body.
I reached out and tugged at the laces on his trousers, the bulge in his pants stiff, a bead of moisture soaking through the fabric. “When was the first time you thought about it? Fucking me?”
His eyes flashed, and he pounced, his body pushing mine into the soft mattress, arms caging me. He kicked off his trousers, then reached his hand to grab a fistful of my dress, yanking it down and off me. Now the only thing between his hard length and me were my panties, already soaking wet.
“The first time I thought about fucking you?” he echoed, voice low and rumbling. “Was the first night I saw you.” He slipped his fingers underneath my panties and stroked a finger down my slit.
I squirmed under the heat of his touch. “That was the first time? But you didn’t even know me!”
He chuckled darkly. “I felt like I did. I came up behind you in the highlands, digging through those rocks. So much fire and passion in your voice. I smelled you, that snowy, alpine scent of yours. I knew I had to see you again. Why do you think I created that whole competition?”
My mouth dropped open. “Because you are competitive?”
He pressed a kiss to my nose. “Because I knew I couldn’t let you go.”
“I can’t believe that . . .”
“That night I went home and I stroked myself.” His voice dropped low. “I came thinking about the ways I could lift that cloak of yours up and slip inside of you from behind.”
“I want that,” I said. “Let’s do that.”
“Oh, we will,” he said. “Just not yet. Right now, I want to see your face when I make you come. I want to know what expressions you make when I’m buried inside of you so that the next time I do the same thing from behind you, I don’t have to use my imagination. I’ll have a perfect picture already there in my mind. And I want you to have that same opportunity, to see what you do to me, Emory Von Lucas.”
“Mm,” I hummed, reaching down and grabbing his cock. I rubbed my palm over that moistened tip, then gave his shaft a few strong pumps that made him shudder.
I released him, and he pushed his hard length against my slit, rolling the tip around my clit. He was so close to being inside me, and I wanted it so badly... but when I’d done this before, it had always hurt, felt so uncomfortable.
I tensed for a moment, and he paused, peering at me. “If this isn’t the right time, you can let me know. We have a lot going on. Tomorrow we’ll be descending back out into the Wilds.”
“No.” I cupped his face. “It’s not that.” I hesitated. “Sex has never felt good for me. I’ve only been with one man.” I groaned. “I don’t want to talk about him right now.”
His jaw locked. “Neither do I, but I think we need to. Gregory was a sad excuse of a husband, of a man. I’m going to make a guess that most of the time when you had sex with him, you didn’t want to. That you weren’t wet for him like you are for me. ”
“No,” I said. “Not ever.”
He nodded and kissed my forehead. “I think this will be different because you want me.” His pushed his cock and it slipped up and down between my folds so effortlessly. “Because you love me.”
“I do love you.” My smile grew at the words. “So much.”
“And I love you,” he said. “So if I had to guess, this is going to feel really good for both of us. But if it doesn’t—if anything feels off or wrong or painful, you let me know and we’ll stop and we’ll figure it out. Together.”
It was the words I needed to hear, my body already relaxing, melting under his. Gregory never cared how I felt. If I cried out in pain or if I couldn’t breathe under his heavy body, he’d just keep ramming into me until he got his release. Of course Maverick wouldn’t do that.
I arched into him, just enough so his tip pushed against my entrance, and we both gasped at the contact.
“Do you want to go farther?” he asked.
I nodded. I wanted it so desperately.
Holding my gaze, he thrust in, his hard length sliding into me so easily, my body ready for him, begging for him. He stopped halfway and grimaced, and I knew it was taking all his self-control to stop.
“Does this feel good?” he asked, eyes searching my face.
“Yes.” I pulled his face to mine so I could kiss him, and he pushed all the way in. I gasped against his mouth as he filled me, then rolled my hips, and both of us moaned at the movement.
“I want to take this slow,” he said. “But I’ve been dreaming of this moment for six years.”
“No.” I shook my head, rolling my hips again so that his hard length slipped out and back in.
He groaned. “Oh, fuck.”
“Slow has never been our pace,” I said through heated breaths. “And I don’t want to change that now.”
“Thank the fucking spirits,” he said, then slammed back inside of me.
He plowed into me in short quick bursts that had my body thrumming. I rocked my body to match his rhythm, his pelvis slapping against mine. He ground into me so that with each movement, his pelvis rubbed into my clit, creating that friction I so desperately needed.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms twining around his neck. He slowed his pace, staying buried in me while shifting his hips to rock in deep, rhythmic movements.
The pulse between my legs grew and spread like a web so that I felt him in every part of my body. It was like I was fire and ice at the same time: melting and hardening and melting again. Over and over until my body was on the verge of shattering in the absolute best way.
Maverick pressed his forehead to mine. “I want to come inside of you. I want you to feel my cock while I’m coming.”
Spirits below, that sounded so good. I didn’t even know why or what, exactly, those words awoke inside of me, I just knew that I was living for them. That those words were tipping me closer over the edge.
“Maverick,” I moaned, and his cock pulsed, showing me exactly what I did to him.
“Say my name again, Mrs. Von Lucas.”
I came apart completely, yelling out his name while reveling in hearing mine. He cradled me as I cried out, my release exploding, shattering, breaking me until I was nothing but a limp trembling puddle.
We finally melted into each other, laying there, bodies sticky with sweat and so completely satiated.
After a moment, Maverick slipped out of me and rolled off my body, and I wriggled my back against his chest. One of his arms lay underneath me, the other draped over my bare waist. My heart still hammered, pulse pounding, body buzzing. He nuzzled my neck, and I cuddled deeper into him.
“I don’t think I was ready to be apart from you,” I said with a smile.
“We’re not apart,” he said back, laughter in his voice.
“I mean I wasn’t ready to not have your cock inside of me.”
He choked out a laugh. “Don’t worry, little rabbit. We’ll fix that soon enough.”
And we did. Many, many times over.