CHAPTER 14 #2
“It’s hard not to be ready for you, Kade,” she says in a sultry voice that makes my name sound like her own personal gospel. “Look at you.”
I toss her the boyish grin she loves, with her compliment firing into my heart, and plunge and pulse my fingers, her body bowing over my shoulder with her feminine moan ricocheting around us.
My palm slides up her sternum, pushing her upright, and Grace looks down at me, tooth hooked over her bottom lip. I dive eagerly, needing my starving mouth flush with her.
Breath skittering over sensitive skin, I pull those short exhales from her throat that drive me wild and galvanize my need for this woman. I thrash my tongue against her, swirling and flicking while my hand works mercilessly to melt her knees.
It’s my favorite thing, to coax the sounds of pleasure from her mouth and feel her tense and brace herself as arousal teases her surrender.
“Please, Kade,” she begs, clawing at me and shaking in my grasp.
I know what she needs, and I need to be inside her just as badly. Desperately.
With one last taste, I rise, dragging my fingers slowly out of her and up her clit. Grace nips at my lips while she rips the tie loose from my pants. She groans when she frees me, her hand grabbing my cock with a greediness that curls my lip.
Satisfaction floods me as I watch the wanton hunger spark in her eyes. “You want that?”
She nods, sliding her hand along me, and I jerk in her grip.
“You need that?”
“Yes,” she says breathily. “Fuck me like you love me, Hunter.”
Her words whisper along my soul.
“Gladly,” I growl, spinning her, and she spreads herself for me.
“Gods,” I whisper, savoring the view before I grip her hips and bury myself deeply into her tight, wet heat, thrusting to the hilt.
Her cry and my groan shudder together into the addicting blend of our ravenous devouring of one another.
Sweat rolls down my spine despite the chill as I fuck her fiercely. And Grace takes me, pressing backward and demanding more. I willingly give it for as long as she requires. She’s everything to me—all I ever wanted—and I’ll worship her with a reverence that the gods envy.
Her hands cover mine, and I pause while she steps away and watch myself slide out of her.
Grace turns, eyes consuming me. “On the ground, Hunter,” she commands, and I plant my ass down quickly.
Grace lowers slowly, her perfect tits peaked with her arousal, and she hovers her center above my tip.
Her black hair falls forward as she braces her hand on my chest, leaving an imprint of herself in the paint with a hungry grin.
Her thighs press into my hips as she takes me inside herself, sliding down my length with a moan that threatens to undo me.
Clenching around me with no mercy, I watch her intently as her back arches with her pleasure. And then Grace takes me to an intoxicating heaven, riding me, and I join her effort, thrust after thrust up into her.
I don’t want this to end. I need her beyond this minute, beyond this hour, and this night. There is never enough time with this woman.
Her fingertips rub her clit, and I drink in the sight of her pleasuring herself with my cock inside her.
“Kade!” she screams. “Gods, please don’t stop.”
I grip her hips and keep our pace with ease.
She knows I’ll never stop until she’s trembling and quivering with nothing left to give, but she always begs me, and I gladly obey her commands.
Every. Thrust.
Single. Thrust.
Time. Thrust.
Her small nails dig into my chest, leaving little marks I’ll be disappointed to cover with my clothes and even more disappointed when they fade.
Grace’s eyes latch to mine, her mouth parting as she clenches, and her first release begins.
“More,” she gasps through her orgasm, and I drown myself in her soaking-wet heat, pumping into her.
She drips down my length, and potent desire rips through me.
Grace’s moans tumble out of her and surround me like they’re the only sound in the world.
“What a good little Hunter you are,” I praise as her eyes flutter open, and she slams herself down on me. “Are you going to come again for me?”
She nods, leaning down and taking my mouth with hers.
Our tongues lash, and I grip the back of her head, threading my hand in her hair, then I tug her back from my lips to stare into those green eyes.
I wonder how I ever survived without her as I savor the tooth she pulls over her bottom lip, and her imprisoning smirk brings me dangerously close to flipping her over and pounding mercilessly until I can’t breathe.
Grace sits upright, and her words pour over me. “This life is so much better with you in it, Hunter.”
And I know we’re the same in this way—we believe we’re better together, stronger, and embrace the life the gods gave us because it doesn’t really mean anything without each other.
Her eyes close, and I feel her pussy tighten around me, and our rhythm ensues as Grace rides me and takes us to our edge, to the place our bodies know, to the sacred ground we walk that is uniquely ours.
I memorize the vision of her above me as her climax explodes again, watching her until her shudders subside.
I stand, keeping us connected, and Grace wraps her legs around my hips, consuming my mouth as I stride for the wall, slamming her up against it just hard enough to make her groan. She braces her weight on my shoulders as I pound into her and unleash myself on my wife.
Savoring her shaky breath in my ear, my hands grip under her thighs, and I drill pleasure until we can no longer stand it. Until I need to mark her. To feel her take me fully.
We explode together in our ecstasy; I consume Grace’s mouth as she kisses me and I pulse into her.
Breath thready, I pump the last of myself into her, giving her everything I have, just like I promised I always would.