said. “All mine.” With a growl that seemed to come from the deepest part of his throat, he ripped the bodysuit from my body before he entered me again.
He flipped us over on the bed a second later. My palms were solid against his chest, my hair dripping water down his skin, and I stared into his eyes as I slowly moved up his shaft. I moved even slower when I worked myself back down.
His hands came to my ass, digging into my skin, and then to my hips. I could feel his urge, his desire, like it was my own. He wanted me to tear into him, to ride him hard and fast, to make this about fucking.
Time and place.
I wanted a redo of our wedding night. I demanded to go deeper than skin. I’d coast in his bloodstream, getting him high off my kisses. I’d make his heart thunder in his chest from my touch. I’d make him feel lightning in his balls when he came inside of me.
I’d cause nothing but utter chaos on his body, so he could feel peace down to his soul once I reached it. All of that pent-up want—it was going to be released from its cage and set free with mine.
My hands slid up his chest, to his neck, over the tattoo, where his pulse slammed against my fingers. My tongue slipped up his chin, savoring the taste of salt from his skin, until my mouth met his.
I kissed him slow, my hips moving at the same pace, and a noise I’d never heard before escaped from his lips. It was a deep groan of satisfaction. When I sat up, taking him in even deeper, I couldn’t stop the echo of the same noise that left my mouth.
I’d never experienced anything like this before. Him. The connection. It was as deep as he was inside of me.
“Ah!” I screamed out when he rocked his hips up so hard that I lost my breath. He flipped me over so fast that I had no chance to stop it. He lifted my leg, positioning himself in a way that I knew he was about to go deeper.
He was going to tear me apart again, fuck me like the animal he felt he was, because he didn’t know how to let the man rule this.
A tear slipped down my cheek that I damned to hell. But I let him see. I lifted my chin as it rolled down my cheek until it met the pillow. His chest heaved and his fingers dug into my leg. His muscles strained. His erection was about to tear through his skin.
I closed my eyes when he moved, expecting the brutality of his fucking, but instead of slamming into me, he licked the trail of the tear from my cheek to the corner of my eye. Then he started to move at the same pace I’d set—slow, but with such a contained power that I felt it bone deep.
An animal was always an animal by instinct, but instead of trying to ravage my heart, my will, my stubborn nature, he was accepting me as is, because I was no longer fighting to keep what was his away from him.
We both came in a moment that seemed to rock the house harder than the thunder rattling the panes. My eyes were shut tight, but after a minute, I could feel him watching me. I opened my eyes slowly to meet his, and after studying my face for another minute, he pulled out of me and came to sit beside me on the bed.
The sudden loss of heat, of him, made me shiver, and I curled into myself. He sighed, and the sound of it made me tremble even harder. He moved slowly on the bed, getting a little closer, until finally, he wrapped his arm around me, kissing me behind the ear. Reaching out with his empty hand, he pulled the quilt from the bed over us, and settled in with his head close to mine. We were pressed skin to skin.
“When did it start to storm?” His voice was raw.
I started laughing, real quiet, shaking in his arms.
He grinned against my cheek, his lips lingering where another tear ran from my eye again. He’d broken something in me that no one else ever had before. A tear duct.
“I meant it, my darlin’,” he said, “when I said that you were the most dangerous thing to me.”
“I know,” I barely