Scene 5 #7
“I will, darlin’,” he promises against my lips. “I will. But you gotta stay relaxed for me, all right? I want you to feel good, and it’ll be so much better if you open up and let me in.”
Good God, his husky words pull a whimper from me. I’ve never been so aware of myself as a woman and him as a man as I am right now.
And he keeps his word about going slow, shallowly gliding back and forth until my body accepts his intrusion and demands more. His thrusts become deeper, but never faster, and it almost feels like a lazy dream. “You like it like this?”
“I do,” I answer in a glowing haze. “Just like this.” Sully’s everywhere around me. He’s inside me.
“Good,” he rasps against my temple as he gives me more of his weight and possessively squeezes my thigh.
“Because I like it, too. You’re wrapped around me so goddamned tight that all I want to do is stay inside you forever.
” The image is suddenly so real in my mind that I squeeze my core involuntarily at the naughty thought.
“Oh, so you like that, too. Good to know. Because now that you’re mine, I’m gonna have you every day and every night until every time you move, every time you sit, all you think about is this moment here with me. ”
An ungodly need swells with every filthy promise that drips from his lips as he grinds between my thighs. I need him, and I need him now. “More,” I plead. “Give me more.”
All I can do is softly cry out his name as he fills me again and again, and I give myself over to the icy burn of pleasure that pulls me over the edge.
“Fuck,” Sully groans. “You just came around me. I can’t…can’t—” His hips stutter as he empties himself into me, and the shadowy outline of him coming undone above me is almost enough to send me reeling headfirst into another wave of release.
I squeak at the sensation of him carefully removing himself. And of course he notices.
“You okay?” He runs a thumb over my cheek. “Are you hurting too bad? I tried to be as gentle as I could, but the next time shouldn’t be like this.”
This time wasn’t terrible once I got past the shock of him entering me.
“I’m all right.” A little tender and more than a little wet from both myself and him, but I’m all right.
I turn my head to kiss his thumb, and the way his breath hitches has me feeling very pleased with myself even if I don’t understand why.
“I don’t know,” he says with a bit of tease. “Maybe I should see for myself.”
I know he said he wanted me every day and night, but I can’t stop my wince. “I don’t think I can right now. Not with that battering ram you have between your legs.” I really can’t wait for dawn so I can see it for myself, though. It felt enormous.
“Don’t worry, darlin’,” he announces smugly. “I plan on using my mouth.”
His what? “Sullivan Shay!” I almost screech his name, because I think I’m understanding what he’s implying.
“You’ll like it, I promise.” He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh at me.
But when he moves down my body and hooks my legs over his shoulders, I find out he’s right.
I like it very, very much.
Sunshine spreads over the clearing the next morning, inviting the flowers and birds to wake from their slumber.
Sully coaxes me awake, too, by tracing around the birthmark on my hand.
There’s a strange look on his face, and for a moment, I wonder if he regrets last night now that he’s had a chance to sleep on it.
“Morning,” I croak through a dry throat. My nightgown feels coarse against my skin, and when I glance down, I see why. Sully gave me his shirt when we couldn’t find my nightgown. I don’t mind the texture, though, because I like being in something that’s his.
Sullivan smiles softly. “Morning, darlin’.”
Darlin’. I think I like being his darlin’ very much. And I think that takes away any worry about him having second thoughts. His weird look from before disappears when he kisses my hand, and it strikes a recollection from years past. “You told me my birthmark was from an angel’s kiss.”
“Isn’t it, though?”
“You also said I’d have to be an angel to see how pretty it is,” I retort at his cocked brow.
He leans over and cages me in with his hands. “And are you an angel yet?”
A wave of shyness hits, but so do the memories. “Maybe not after last night.” The things he did to me…that I did to him…have butterflies fighting each other in my stomach. But in the face of love, there’s no room for embarrassment.
“Of course you are.” The lips that spent all night kissing me part in a gentle smile. “You’re my angel. My Emma.”
Laughing, I push him over and claim my spot on top of him. “I love you, Sullivan Shay. So much.”
“I love you more, Emmaline Shay.” Sully stops the argument I intend to continue by covering my mouth with his. And as his strong arms pull me closer, I know one thing for certain.
The night may be over, but this moment is the beginning to our forever. Whatever the days ahead bring once we leave this secluded bubble of paradise, we’ll face it side by side and hand in hand because I am his and he is mine.
After all, this is what it means to be a Shay.