Ashes (Web of Desire #3) - Aleatha Romig Page 0,44

tongue, his cock twitched until without warning, he stepped back. “Lie back, Maddie. I’m selfish and want the pleasure of watching you come.”

His deep tenor covered my skin with goose bumps while his words painfully twisted my core. He followed me to the mattress, the bed dipping with our weight as his hard chest flattened my breasts and our lips met. With the fervor of a man on the brink of starvation, his lips bruised mine as our tongues danced.

Patrick tasted of the wine we’d had at dinner while his warm skin against mine smelled of cologne.

Downward he moved, kissing and nipping my flesh. One nipple and then the other grew rock hard as he teased them with his fingers and lips. Lower still he moved, spreading my legs. His warm breath reached my core a moment before his tongue licked my clit. Explosions of fireworks detonated before my eyes.

My thighs pushed inward, yet he persisted. Two fingers found my entrance as his tongue and lips continued their assault. Deeper and deeper his fingers thrust until they curled. Uncontrollably, my back arched, instinctively sliding away and trying to create space. Yet Patrick wouldn’t allow it.

I reached out frantically to the bed, for some semblance of stability, but was unable to grasp the soft sheets. My fingers went to his head as his coarse beard growth upon my sensitive skin added to the mix of sensations. It was too much and not enough. My core clenched around his fingers.

The heat between my legs intensified and I cried out words I couldn’t decipher. Each nerve throughout my body grew taut until I was fully electrified from my tingling scalp to curling toes. The sensation persisted as I panted for breath.

While I was riding the wave of ecstasy, Patrick moved, covering me with his solid warmth and without prelude filled me. I whimpered in relief and shock as with one deep thrust, his girth stretched my core. There was no resistance as my wetness welcomed his invasion. His earlier self-control waned as he too gave into the sensations of our union. Erratic movements varied his speed and guttural growls resonated from his throat. There was no rhythm, only animalistic need as he slammed into me, each drive plunging to its limit.

I was his for the taking, and yet there was nothing depraved or demeaning about it. His words of praise and appreciation were spoken, reverberating through the air along with our thundering heartbeats and gasps for air. I was exactly where I wanted to be, opening myself not only physically but emotionally, such as I’d not done since Patrick.

In time, we found our cadence, moving in sync as our bodies met one another, thrust for thrust. My hands skirted over his broad shoulders as the muscles beneath tightened.

This was different than fucking. While it held the same intensity, there was more—a connection like I’d never known with anyone else. Perspiration covered our skin as our gazes locked. Lifting my hands, his fingers found mine and intertwined.

This was lovemaking on steroids and with each second, my closed-off heart grew fuller.

Stilling over me, Patrick lifted his torso. With our bodies still connected, his handsome face filled my vision. The sound of our beating hearts and labored breathing filled the musk-scented air.

“You’re mine, Maddie. There’s never been anyone else to have a piece of my heart. I have you back, and I will never let you go.”

“Don’t, Patrick, don’t ever let me go. Where I am is where I want to be.”

Our eyes remained locked as his speed increased, bringing me with him. My hips joined his as his movements sped faster and faster. Freeing my hands, my nails gripped his arms as the room filled with my moans and his growl—sounds of pleasure creating a chorus.

Again, my core clenched. Unlike last time, this one built slower and peaked higher. I called out Patrick’s name as his growl vibrated his chest and his cock jerked within me.

Easing himself out, we rolled until we were both facing one another.

Patrick smoothed a rogue strand of my hair away from my face. “I feel like I’m living a dream, and I’m fucking terrified I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.”

“Please don’t let that happen.”

Patrick pulled me close against his warm skin. “Never.”

Patrick

Waking, I stirred on the sheets and marveled at the woman in my bed. Her dark hair lay upon the pillow, her long lashes lay upon her cheeks, and her lips were slightly parted. Beneath the covers, she