she ever feared this man? He’d only ever given her everything she wanted.
She was drowning in the pleasure of his hands and the hard steel of his skin. The muscles beneath her palms were more molten that whalh metal.
With every caress, with every undulation of their bodies together, she skirted closer and closer to the edge, drawn by the invisible ropes of a male she’d once considered her enemy, but who now felt like solace.
Her chest pressed tight to his, she writhed against the hard staff pressing against her belly and center, wishing she could dive beneath his skin. Wanting to get so close nothing could ever part them, not even the future and all the complications that still lay in their path.
She rubbed harder up against him.
“Fuck, yes, wild thing.” He grabbed her hips, holding her still against him. Deliberately not putting himself inside her. “You decide when, beautiful.”
She did not hesitate. “Now.”
She was more than ready to lose herself in the white-hot tension winding tighter in her belly. To let him fill her so deep the loneliness subsided and she felt complete.
She arched toward his touch, guiding his cock to her center while she balanced on her tiptoes and wrapped one leg around his hip. She spread her legs as wide as they would allow. “Now, Grif. Show me, now.”
He stilled, and then with a growl, his hands wrapped around her bottom. He lifted her, lining his cock with her slick center. “I’m going to give you everything, wild thing.”
She didn’t know if he could. Not when her everything was so different from his, but she clung to the sweet words anyway, curling them around her heart and letting them sink into the broken cracks inside her chest. She’d take what she could, while she could.
His strength was astonishing. He held her easily, easing her downward onto his shaft. Both of them groaning as her channel gave way and she stretched to take him in. He was so thick, so big, and yet, as promised, there was no pain.
Only exquisite pleasure.
He worked himself deeper with slow, shallow thrusts. Each more delicious than the last. Until he was seated inside her, the dark curls at the base of his cock pressed against her pubic bone, her body spasming as he stretched her wide.
“Good?” His voice was that low, lethal rumble that had once terrified her, but now only aroused her more.
“Yes. Good. So good.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him deeper. He might be the more forceful of the two of them, but she was learning.
“Ah, hells, wild thing.” He nipped at her neck, dragging his teeth along her tendon. “I love when you show me what you like.”
“I like all with you.”
He pressed his mouth to her ear, running his tongue along the sensitive pointed tip. “You ready for more?”
“Yes.” She was certain—and unafraid.
He pulled back. Thrust deep.
“Again.” She threw her head back. Moaned. The way he filled her better than she could have imagined.
Rough or gentle, he made her come alive.
With every thrust, with every caress, with every wild claiming of his fingers and tongue she was remade. Every bad memory erased as he reshaped her body and reformed her soul. Uncovering a female who was alive, worthy, and no longer mired in dirt and shame.
“Grif.” She could barely breath, her body winding tighter with every rough thrust.
“Let it happen, wild thing.” His command was a near snarl. “I want you to fucking soar on my cock.”
She shattered, splintering into a thousand white-hot particles as he thrust faster and came with a roar of his own, warm liquid sealing them tighter together. The two of them flying so high and bright they blazed like two stars in the night sky.
“I’ve got you, wild thing.” Strong arms circled her, wrapping her close, as his knees folded and he brought her down to the ground so she was sitting in his lap, her legs straddling him, his shaft still buried deep inside her.
Again, he had kept his promise.
The beauty of what he’d shown her pulsed through her, along with awe.
From here on out, no matter what the Ancients had in store, she would always know what it was to be this close to another soul.
Even if the faint voice in the back of her mind whispered that it couldn’t last.
34
She woke before dawn in a nest of coverings. A big warm body curled around her, one thick, veiny forearm slung over her hip and stomach,