She couldn’t fight him. There was no fight in her. She could only grab his shoulders, hold on tight and absorb him into the very depths of her soul. There was nothing so hot, so tempting, so completely overwhelming as Sax’s embrace.
As his lips moved on hers, gentle and sure one moment, hard and possessive the next, Marey moaned in rapturous pleasure, her hands clenching on his shoulders, rubbing her body against him, loving the way his hands stroked her back, drew the remnants of the T-shirt from her body, and sipped at her lips with hungry demand.
This was what she had run from for three years. As insane as it sounded, and inconceivable as it was, she could feel him sweeping not just through her heart, but through her soul.
“I know how to love my woman,” he whispered as his lips slid from her lips to her ear. “I know how to protect her, and I know how to hold her. And I will hold you, Marey.”
He pulled her back to the bed, lifting her against him as he lay back, staring up at her with heavy-lidded sensuality as he cupped her bu**ocks in his hands, moving her until she straddled his hips, lifting her until the head of his c**k seared the sensitive opening of her pu**y.
“Ride me,” he growled, arousal thickening his voice as his hand raised to her heaving br**sts, his head lifting to allow his tongue to lick at her hard, distended ni**les.
Marey whimpered at the sensuality of having the control, staring down at him, his body reclining beneath hers, his c**k hot and erect, waiting to pierce the willing depths of her pu**y.
She lifted up, her breath hitching as she moved against him, whimpering as his c**k began to penetrate the slick, heated entrance to her hungry pu**y. Her head fell back as she took him slowly, working the hard flesh inside her by increments, driving herself crazy with the incredible sensations streaking through her body. She loved it. Loved feeling his c**k stretch her, burn her.
His hands were on her br**sts, fingers tweaking her ni**les as she rode him with long, slow strokes, fighting the need to rush, to drive herself to madness on the thick stalk of flesh filling her.
“There you go, baby,” he whispered as he tensed, obviously holding himself back as he allowed her to take her pleasure as she needed.
Her juices were flowing between them, the sounds of wet, suckling flesh echoing around her, driving her arousal higher. His hands, warm and slightly calloused, rasped her ni**les as his voice crooned in that rough, deep baritone and sent her mind spiraling with her pleasure.
Her pace increased, their moans mingling as the intensity and the heat grew. She could feel her womb tightening, fingers of fire racing through her pu**y. She was going to come…
“Sax. Harder. Oh God, f**k me…” She couldn’t gain the force she needed, the rhythm he used to power into her and throw her over the edge.
She shook, shuddered, fought her own weakness and pleasure in her drive for ecstasy.
His hands moved from her br**sts to her hips. They held her still, his fingers clenching there as he began to move. He drove his c**k inside her with enough power and force to cause her to arch in his arms, a strangled scream leaving her throat as her orgasm began to race through her body.
She convulsed above him, her thighs tightening, her hands clenching into the muscles of his chest as she felt herself come apart around him. His strangled groan met her scream as he drove in one last time, tensed further and then found his own release. Hard, rapid jets of se**n burning her, the feel of the silky fluid flooding her, throwing her higher.
The aftershocks seemed to last forever. She shuddered through them as he drew her to his heaving chest, his lips pressing to her forehead, his hands stroking over her back. Soothing her. Easing her down from the almost painful heights of pleasure.
“Can you walk away, Marey?” he asked her then, his voice gentle, understanding. “No matter the risks, can you really walk away?”
Chapter Thirteen
Could she walk away?
Later that evening, Marey stepped onto the back deck of Sax’s home and eased into the hot tub bubbling merrily in the corner.
The hot water wrapped around her, the massaging pulse of the jets beating against her weary muscles. Sax was insatiable. She ached in places she had no idea she could ache. But for the first time in years, her body was relaxed, even if her mind wasn’t.
He was right, she couldn’t walk away. He terrified her. Loving him terrified her. And not because of what she was scared Vince would do, though that was a worrisome aspect. No, he terrified her because she knew she had already given him so much of herself. If she stayed, if she accepted this relationship for what it was, then he would own her soul.
She had been alone for most of her life, even before her parents’ deaths. Sharing it with someone determined to take such an active role wasn’t easy to accept. Sax wouldn’t go his way as she went hers. He was a possessive man, not controlling, but possessive all the same.
He would expect to share her life, not just exist within it.
She leaned her head wearily against the rim of the tub and breathed out roughly.
She loved him. She had always known she loved him, but she hadn’t known how much until he began to fill her life.
“I’m going upstairs to finish up a few reports.” Sax stood at the glass sliding door, chest bare, his teeth gleaming in his dark face as he watched her with a wicked glint in his eye. “Need anything before I go up?”
Marey chuckled at his suggestive tone. “I think you’ve more than taken care of anything I could have needed,” she assured him. “I’m just going to lay here and relax for a while. You go work.”
He moved to the deck, kneeling behind her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.