creeping up her calves, her thighs. She’d never wanted to crawl inside anyone as much as she did Braun right now.
“This one’s for you, Bodie. The next is for us both.”
Christ, his voice—all husky and deep—intensified the tingles burrowing under her skin and making it croon like a Christmas choir on caroling duty. Her hands ceased clawing at him, her fingers choosing to knead at the muscles in his back as they tensed and released with his steady thrusts.
It washed over her sweetly, a sweep of pleasure brushing over her from head to toe as skillfully as any artist’s tool. She arched into him with a happy moan, kissing him with everything she had as though she could funnel all her contentment into him through that meeting of lips.
Sweat sheened their skin. The scent of it, of sex and desire, would remain forever etched in her memory. A good one, the best. This right here was where she finally understood what it was to be loved, to be wanted, needed, craved. This was everything she’d once dreamed of, and the very thing she’d learned to fear.
Of their own accord, her legs lifted and hooked over his hips, drawing him deeper. A gasp merged with the sounds of their joining, her pussy clasping him tighter in this position and his cock putting pressure on all the right places. All the dirty, delicious spots inside her that clamored for more, for harder.
“Braun...”
As if she’d begged him to fuck her, his rhythm grew in strength. Long, smooth withdrawals followed by swift, sharp drives. Possessing her from the inside out, yet not making her feel used or inferior. Treating her like an equal. His equal.
Yes, just like that! she wanted to shout with glee. Just. Like. That.
The second wave rode in on the coattails of the first, and Bodie sensed its potency before it reached infancy. What Braun brought alive inside her was nothing short of ravenous, a savage beast hungry after the first sweet taste of release and fucking desperate for more.
It swirled faster and faster, all-consuming as it snuck through her body. It set her heart thundering in her chest, her brain to useless mush, and bided its time for the kill as Braun lifted her to the edge of climax and held her there, suspended.
“Come, darlin’. Come with me now. I’m right with you.”
She fell into the waiting maw with a cry, hearing the rumble of Braun’s orgasm as he fell with her just as he promised.
*
Later that night, Braun settled into the seating pit with the quiet smile of a satisfied man on his lips. The damn thing hadn’t left his mouth since that afternoon when, after reducing Bodie into a blissed-out, limp noodle, he’d carried her into the shower and bathed her like a newborn.
She’d stood under the hot water and allowed him to wash every inch of her body—that succulent body he was finally learning every inch of in his unhurried explorations—then been pliant as a kitten while he dried her off and snuggled her into his monstrously oversized robe.
He needed to get her one of her own.
Bless her heart, she’d fallen asleep on a counter stool in the kitchen as he made dinner. One moment they’d been talking about simple things and he’d gained some more information about what her childhood had been like. One sister now disabled and paralyzed from the waist down after an accident. No pets after her father had gutted and skinned her cat as punishment for said accident. Her favorite color was black, she hated candy corn, and music was the one stable element in her life she could count on.
She’d dropped off in mid-sentence, her head pillowed on folded arms resting on the island counter while he checked the vegetables simmering on the stove.
It took his breath away even now, hours later. The visage she made, fast asleep, every inch the innocent he’d defiled. Long, dark eyelashes on pale skin, her hair braided loosely but still damp. He loved her hair.
For Braun, it had been a moment depicting what the rest of their lives together could be like. Bodie, body heavy with child, napping at the counter or in the eating nook, while he did what his nature did best—tended. He’d rub her tired feet every night after a long day of dancing, talk about their day over a good meal, then watch TV or listen to music until he carried her upstairs to their room and made love to her