know I do.”
I grab his hand, yanking him on top of me as we both collapse onto the mattress. When I wrap my legs around his waist and feel skin against skin, I whimper.
“I need you,” I murmur. “Need to feel you.”
Using the element of surprise, I manage to flip him over, straddling him. As I straighten and unclasp my bra, tossing it to the side, his eyes go even darker. His chest heaves through his unsteady breathing. With slow motions, he takes a breast in each hand, kneading. I arch into him, closing my eyes as I relish in the sensation.
From the moment I met him nearly a year ago, I knew there was something different about him. After I lost Hunter, I didn’t think I’d ever find love again. Didn’t think I wanted to find love again. How could I love another man when my heart belonged to a ghost?
Then Anderson walked into my life. In a matter of days, he managed to break down the walls I’d built around my heart. Crept his way under the mask I’d erected after a lifetime of being made to feel inferior. He did something I didn’t think another man would be able to.
Made me feel beautiful.
He still makes me feel beautiful.
Fingers burrowing into my hair, he coaxes my mouth toward him. But I fight against it, remaining just out of reach as I circle against him.
“You know you’re driving me crazy, right?” he growls, digging his fingers into my scalp.
I waggle my brows. “I can feel that.”
He brings both hands to my hips. Before I can react, he swiftly flips me onto my back and slams his mouth against mine. Resting his weight on one forearm, he reaches between our bodies and brings his arousal up to my center.
But like the tease he is, he doesn’t push into me. Instead, he tortures me by getting so close before retreating. I’m about to take matters into my own hands when he finally inches inside me.
Euphoria washes over me and I moan, momentarily sated at the connection of our two bodies. The connection we’ve both been deprived of for too long now.
“Look at me,” he demands when he’s barely inside me, teasing me with this small taste.
I do as he asks, focusing my eyes on his. He keeps his stare trained on me as he pushes deeper, slowly torturing me with his languid motions until he’s fully seated.
He doesn’t move for a protracted moment, neither one of us so much as breathing.
Then he exhales, his body going slack before he pulls back and thrusts into me again.
“Goddamn,” he grunts, pupils dilating.
I wrap my legs around him, my fingers digging through his hair. He withdraws once more before driving inside. This time, he continues thrusting. It’s not hard and punishing, but not gentle and tame, either. It’s both Anderson and Prince Gabriel in this one amazing connection.
I’ve known the truth of who Anderson is almost from the beginning. He didn’t trick me into sleeping with him and then reveal his true identity. Before I invited him into my bed, I knew he was a prince.
But this is the first time it feels like I’m sleeping with all of him. That he’s finally allowing me to have all of him. To have not just the person he wishes he could be, but also the person he wishes he didn’t have to be.
“I love you,” I say as I cup his face in my hands, holding him tightly. “All of you.”
He briefly closes his eyes as he moves faster, yet still reverently. “And I love you, Nora,” he chokes out. “So goddamn much.”
His lips press against mine, and I succumb to him. Not just his kiss, but everything about him. All his faults. His regrets. His fears. His imperfections. They’re all pieces of him, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Not anymore.
With each thrust, my body is propelled higher and higher. A wave of desire slices through me as I fight against that familiar sensation. But it’s more pronounced than before. More intense. More…everything.
My breathing grows more uneven as I struggle to make sense of the myriad of emotions rolling through me. I want to fall apart, but don’t want to without Anderson.
As if sensing my inner war, Anderson pulls out of our kiss and cups my face in his hands. “Wait for me,” he begs, increasing his rhythm.
“Always.” I tighten my legs around him, that familiar tingling starting low in my core.
His pants fill the