40. Darcy
Darcy
“Idon’t want you to be gentle. I want to feel your power. I want to feel you lose it,” Lizzy said. “Because that is what’s happening to me.”
It was the last thing I expected to hear, and her words sent my pulse pounding to every corner of my body.
I loved that she didn’t want to hold herself back around me, and she didn’t want me to either.
I’d exposed myself to her, talked about feelings I didn’t know I’d suppressed, and she to me.
I wanted to try to be the man she could rely on.
She’d become so important to me, and our connection consumed my mind and emotions and every inch of my body.
The past week, I’d had to bury my urges and turmoil and still my lust for her.
No more.
I pulled myself onto my elbows and looked down at her properly. “Okay, I’m not going to be gentle. I’m not going to take this slowly. I want to take you, possess you, and call you mine. I don’t want to think anymore. About anything but you.”
“I want all that too,” she said, tightening her fingers in my hair. “Do you have protection?”
“Yes.” I reached over and got a condom from the top drawer of my side table. “Put these in here before dinner. I was hoping,” I said bashfully. I glanced at her as I rolled it on. I loved that she was watching me.
“I’m glad you did,” she said as she climbed on the bed closer to me.
“Are you ready?” I asked, barely holding on to my own control.
She touched my face with a loving look in her eyes. “I’m ready.”
Lost in this woman, I hovered over her, my skin electric and sensitive as we met. I glided into her.
I groaned. “Oh God, Lizzy, you feel so good.”
“You feel so good too,” she said.
Our eyes were so close, I could feel the sweep of her lashes.
I see you, my heart said. See me.
I see you, her eyes repeated.
She lifted her hips, her eyes glazed with emotion, and her feelings for me spurred me on. My kisses went untamed, my tongue hot and probing, echoing what was happening between us.
My hands that I’d slowed were now roving wildly, grabbing her arse and thighs, pulling her legs higher over my hips.
She cried out with need, and sensation overwhelmed me.
I whispered into her ear. Words intense and dirty and messy, words I’d never spoken to anyone but rolled freely out of me now, because this was Lizzy, and I felt so open with her.
I thrust into her again and again, and she bucked and met my every stroke with as much wildness as I felt.
“You’re mine,” I growled. “Mine. Mine. I fucking want you so bad. I’ve never wanted anyone like this in my life.”
She raked my back with her nails, thrusting her hips up, groaning appreciatively when I turned slightly and pulled her hips to me.
She gasped. “Yes, there. Right there.”
Her gratified words unleashed me and made me primal.
I pulled her legs farther up, and she hooked her ankles around my hips, pressing her heels into my back, and raised her hips even higher.
“Hold on,” I said, a thumb between us where she needed it. Then I pressed deeper into her, hitting her in a spot that made her gasp until we were one moving body.
“Oh God, Darcy, yes, yes,” she moaned.
“Do you know how much I want you?” With every word, I thrust harder and deeper, making my control slip.
“Me too. I want you too.”
Her head dropped back, her neck in an arch, her mouth and beautiful lips open, her body under me, heating until we were both slick with sweat.
We were so real together, not fake and trying to be perfect.
I felt her pulse race when she was flush against me, and she gave me her everything.
My mouth was on her, and she bucked with pleasure.
“Oh God, Darcy.” Her inner walls clenched around me. “I’m…I’m coming.”
I felt like a god. I felt like this was what I’d been put on earth to do, to be with her, give her everything. I kept her hips lifted, turned mine even more, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from her.
Her body shuddered. “Oh God, I can’t bear it. Yes, yes.”
My heart thundered. I was so high, so close, the build was almost painful. A whoosh of euphoria started at the base of my spine, flashed to where we were joined and into every nerve in my body. Wave after crashing wave.
“Oh fuck,” I said, enjoying every pulse.
I’d never felt so close to anyone in my life. She was abandoned to my touch, lost in the heat of us, unguarded and free, and every inch of her set me on fire. A prolonged, excruciating bliss that had never happened to me before.
“That was so intense. How is this so good?” she asked. “So much better than ever before. What are you doing to me, Darcy?”
“It’s us. It’s us together,” I said, hearing the tenderness in my voice. “We are so good together. This has never happened to me before either.”
I dropped down onto her, dripping with sweat. Her nearness sent a rush through me, not desire but recognition—a deep, homeward pull that settled me completely. It was like exhaling for the first time, relaxed into a place I’d always longed for.
I wanted to say I love you, I love you, I love you.
But I knew it was too soon.
Instead, I growled into her neck. “You’ve wrecked me, woman.” I wanted to stay right here forever. Us. “You’ve destroyed me.”