Mine to Keep (NOLA Knights #3) - Rhenna Morgan Page 0,85
quivered, poised to crest on a magnificent orgasm. “Roman...”
He pulled away and sat back on his heels, taking her release with him.
“Roman! I was close!”
His smile was completely unrepentant. The confession of a man who knew full well of the state he’d left her in and took great pleasure in her sexual frustration. “I know.”
“And you stopped?”
“Yes.” He leaned toward the nightstand and pulled a condom from the drawer.
“What? Why?”
Unhurriedly, he rolled the condom into place, his gaze never leaving hers. “Because I wanted you to know...that feeling—that ache—is what I feel for you every day.” He tugged her closer and draped her thighs over his, fully exposing her for his admiring perusal. He slicked the tip of his cock through her slit and notched himself inside. “When I look at you.” Keeping the tentative connection, he leaned forward. “When I touch you, or hear your voice.” He captured her hands, threaded his fingers with hers and braced their joined hands on either side of her head. “I ache.”
Oh. My. God.
The feel of him. The strength in his grip. The breadth of his body braced above her and the promise of feeling him slide inside. It was too much and not enough.
She smoothed her palms over the hot slab of muscles at his chest and let her eyes slip shut.
“Oh, no, moya koroleva. Open your eyes.”
Shit. He’d overwhelm her if she did. Would see too much of how she felt. How close she was to completely giving in.
He kissed her cheek. Her jawline. Each corner of her mouth. But otherwise withheld the connection she craved. “Give this to me, vozlyublennaya. I need to see them.”
Did she dare? Could she even manage it?
Slowly, she forced them open.
His own shone down on her, the tempestuous gray of a wild thunderstorm. “Yes...” He pressed forward. Achingly slow. Stretching her bit by bit. “Now you know. It’s me filling you.” He filled her to the hilt and ground his hips against hers. “Claiming you.”
Branded.
The words. The sensations. The visual and physical connection. They all worked together until she was branded. Bound to him in a way that defied comprehension.
He pumped inside her. Built a slow, but driving rhythm and held her gaze. “Take the time you need. Days. Months. Years.” He lowered his head and teased his lips upward along her jaw until his voice was a low rumble in her ear. “But your body knows.”
She gripped his ass. Marveled at each flex and release of the muscles beneath her palms and the wet sounds as he drove faster and deeper inside her.
“Even now, your pussy fists my cock. Demands my seed. Wants to be marked.”
The orgasm he’d stolen before rushed in so fast it startled her. Threatened to drown her with its power and savageness. She hung on tight. Ready for the storm.
“I will mark you.” The most primal of promises. Spoken by a dark alpha with an even darker past. She loved it. Needed it. Wanted it with everything in her. “I will take you with nothing between us. Will fill you with my come and make you mine. Forever.”
“Yes!” She shouted her release. Clung to his torso and rode each pulse of her sex around him. Celebrated at the raged groan that rolled up his throat when he found his own peak. The feel of his cock jerking inside her and each desperate stab of his hips. It was beautiful. They were beautiful.
The truth blossomed behind her chest. Rooted deep in her gut and cracked the last of her resistance open wide. She couldn’t fault herself for fighting it. Understood as only one could in hindsight why she’d kept him at a distance. But now? Now she was fully awake. Vested in the man who held her banded tightly in his arms and guided her down from her peak with the utmost care and intimacy.
He kissed her shoulder. The inner curve of her neck. Her cheekbone. Her nose. Before he pressed his lips to hers, he cupped the side of her face and murmured, “This is the way it will be.” He kissed her and rolled his hips. “Always.”
She sighed at the thought, the same contentedness echoed in the simple sound that had slowly begun to weight her arms and legs. “That’s a very nice thought.”
“Not a thought, vozlyublennaya. Reality.”
“Mmm.” She nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck and inhaled deep, the scent of him mingling with the languor sinking bone deep.