Chapter 8 #2
“Of course.”
He approaches me with a determined expression, a muscle popping in his jaw as he reaches for me. I let him carry me upstairs, unable to resist the urge to trail kisses up his neck.
Ansel sets me on my feet by the bathtub, and I watch as he bends over and adjusts the water temperature.
“I don’t have any bubble bath or anything,” he apologizes.
“That’s okay,” I say, tugging my shirt over my head.
“Fuck,” he snarls, his eyes blazing with heat.
“Want to join me?” I purr.
He gives me a look I feel all the way down to my toes. “Later.”
Then he bolts out of the bathroom.
I sigh as I watch him go, then finish undressing and sink into the steaming water, allowing it to ease my sore muscles. I’m not sure how long I sit in the tub before the water starts to cool.
I pull the plug and grip the edge to hoist myself out of the deep basin, yelping as I put weight through my ankle.
“Shit, that hurt,” I mumble, rubbing the dull ache.
“Mira!” Ansel shouts a second before he bursts through the door into the bathroom. “Are you okay? I heard you cry out.”
“I hurt my ankle trying to get out, but I’m fine,” I assure him.
Our eyes lock through the still foggy bathroom. I whimper, my nipples pebbling in the rapidly draining water.
“Ansel,” I pant.
His eyes flick to the clock on the bedside table through the open door before returning to me. “Close enough,” he rasps.
Before I can ask, he lifts me out of the bath. I wrap my legs around his waist, almost cheering as he carries me into the bedroom.
“Dinner is ready if you want to go eat,” he says.
I shake my head. “Later.”
“Thank fuck,” he growls.
His lips slam down on mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as we fall onto the bed. My wet body rubs against his clothes, making both of us damp. He breaks the kiss and pulls back to rip his shirt over his head.
His fingers trail down from my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach. He grabs my hip, pinning me in place.
“So beautiful,” he says adoringly as his eyes drink in my naked body. “And all mine.”
“Yes, yours,” I agree, writhing beneath him. “Ansel, please. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
His brown eyes darken, and his cheeks are flushed.
He curses under his breath, and then his weight presses me into the mattress.
His lips capture mine in a bruising kiss.
I can feel his need in the way he’s holding me, in the rigid lines of his body.
He kisses me like he’s trying to brand me, and the urge to turn my neck, to submit to him, to beg him to bite and claim and fill me is almost overwhelming.
“Ansel,” I whine, my hips restless against his.
“I know. I can feel it too, but I need to taste you before I mark you.”
“Then do it!” I cry.
He grunts, kissing his way down my neck. I clutch at his shoulders as he moves lower, kissing across my clavicle and over the soft swell of my breasts. My body burns as his big, calloused hands cup my boobs, plumping them up for his mouth.
I gasp in rapture as his lips wrap around one stiff nipple. He sucks it into the warm heat of his mouth, and I arch into his touch. His clever fingers find my other nipple, teasing the sensitive bud until I’m a panting, horny mess.
“More,” I beg.
Ansel growls against my flesh as he switches to my other breast, his teeth scraping over my nipple and biting gently before soothing it with his tongue.
He moves between my boobs, sucking my nipples, his hands molding the soft globes, his fingers pinching and teasing and driving me wild.
By the time he kisses his way down my stomach, I’m ready to explode.
“Ansel!” I shout as he settles between my thighs.
His shoulders nudge my legs wider, and I stare down my body as he uses his fingers to spread my pussy open.
“God, how did I get so lucky,” he murmurs.
His eyes lock with mine, and he holds my gaze as he leans forward. His tongue licks a slow, leisurely path up my center, circling my clit once, twice. Then his tongue thrashes over that little pearl.
I jerk and my eyes snap shut. I can only lie there as Ansel’s mouth works me over. His tongue licks a trail through my folds, bumping over my clit before circling my virgin opening. I rock my hips in sync with his rhythm, chasing the pleasure.
“You taste so damn sweet,” he groans.
I fist the sheets. “Please.”
“I’ve got you, mate.”
His lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks. That’s all it takes to send me flying.
I come, the sensations washing over me like waves. I can’t catch my breath, can’t move. I can only lie there as my climax seizes my whole body.
Ansel’s mouth doesn’t leave my pussy until I come back down to earth. I suck in a deep breath as he places one last kiss on my clit before prowling up my body.
I grab his biceps as he spreads my thighs with his knees, clinging to him as he holds himself above me. His lips shine with my release, and seeing him like this, all glowing eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips, has me close to coming again.
He has a feral look in his eyes, and I wonder if it echoes the need in mine. All I can focus on is being with him. I need him to bite me. I need him to fuck me.
“Ready for me to make you mine, Angel?” Ansel asks thickly.
I nod without hesitation. “Bite me.”
His teeth elongate, and I turn my head, offering him more of me. His cock bumps against my opening, and I moan as the tip rubs against my clit.
“Mine,” Ansel whispers.
His teeth sink into my neck as he thrusts into me. I cry out, half in pain, half in pleasure. The pleasure quickly eclipses any pain as I come again, my body shaking as my orgasm slams into me.
“Mate,” Ansel grunts, licking my bite mark.
“Mate,” I moan.
He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine. They look different now. He’s… complete. As if biting me has fulfilled his wildest dreams.
“Wrap your arms around me, Mira,” he orders.
I hold him tighter as his hips pull back and he sinks into me slowly, letting me get used to his size and the sensation of him filling me.
“So big,” I gasp as he bottoms out.
He growls. “You were made to take me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and move with him, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts until we’re moving in perfect sync. I tug on his neck, pulling his mouth down to mine, feeling his cock swell inside me. Our tongues tangle, and I nip at his lower lip as another orgasm rapidly approaches.
“I’m close,” I warn.
“I’m right there with you, mate. Come for me. I need to feel what it’s like for us to go off at the same time.”
“Oh, God,” I cry.
His pace picks up until he’s pounding into me, my release building with every thrust.
“Ansel!” I scream as I fly over the edge.
“Mira,” he roars, coming deep inside me.
His hips slam against mine, and I cling to him, my nails leaving little crescent shapes all over his arms and shoulders.
Finally, Ansel’s hips slow as our orgasms fade, and he stills inside me.
“Fuck, Angel,” he rasps, gathering me in his arms and rolling us before he can crush me.
“That was amazing,” I whisper.
He smiles, kissing the top of my head. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”
I gasp as he thrusts into me again.