“Hmm . . .” I breathed, leaning down to rub my face over her lace-clad pussy. I gripped the barely-there fabric with my teeth and twisted my head, tearing it with a growl. I wanted to demolish everything that stood between us. Anything and anyone that dared.
I dove in, licking and sucking at her like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. Evie’s hips bucked, rising to meet me, so I pulled away, nipping at her teasingly.
“When you come,” I said, tonguing her with just the tip, “being tied up will make it more intense. Because you won’t be able to stop it, or slow it, or get away from my hands or my mouth or my cock.”
She whimpered, and I decided to drag things out, make her wait for it. I was in hell, wanting her all the time like this. I wanted her right there with me.
Why should I be the only one to suffer?
Because she doesn’t deserve it, a voice inside me answered.
I don’t care, I answered. She is the one doing this to me. The one making me doubt my own fucking sanity on a daily basis.
The one making me weak.
“You do this to me,” I hissed as I tore her bra to shreds, tugging at and pinching her nipples.
She cried out, whether in pain or pleasure, I couldn’t be sure.
I grabbed my cock and guided it to her opening. I couldn’t wait. I didn’t make her come. I didn’t make sure she was ready.
I drove into her, not holding back for the first time. Part of me was afraid I was hurting her. The other part of me couldn’t stop.
The rhythm took over, forcing me onward, forward, like an athlete searching for the finish line. But I didn’t want this to end. I was lost inside her, lost in the pleasure and raw pain of so much need.
My whole body flexed with each stroke. I’d never fucked like this. It was whole hearted, whole souled, whole everything. I wanted to pour myself inside her. All my anger. All my pain. All my love and all the fucked up emotions that went along with it.
I cursed as I started to come. Too hard. Too fast. But there was no stopping it. The train had left the station. I howled as my hips bucked wildly, pumping my seed deep inside her with tremendous force.
And God bless her, Evie came with me. Her fingertips clawed into my back as her body undulated beneath me. It wasn’t calculated to be seductive, even though it was. Extremely so. It was just pure instinct.
We clung to each other as the world came apart. I couldn’t hold the words backs any longer. I told her the truth.
“I love you, Evie. I fucking love you.”
Part of me was pretty sure she didn’t hear my tortured whisper. The other part of me didn’t care. The old man was wrong. It didn’t make a man weak to love a woman. It made him invincible.
Well, almost. Evie was my Achilles’ heel. She always would be.
And I wouldn’t change one fucking thing about it.
I lay on top of her, shaking and trying not to crush her, for what felt like forever. I was floating on a fucking cloud full of cotton candy and happiness. I felt like a goddamn girl, I was so emotional.
“Are you going to untie me now?” she eventually asked in a soft voice.
I looked down at her and smiled.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not done. I’m not even close.”
A loud knocking woke me. I squinted in the midmorning light. Fuck. I’d overslept. The softly snoring angel beside me was to blame for that, I realized with a pang. We’d been up most of the night, tearing each other apart and putting each other back together again.
Not that it was her fault. It was one hundred percent mine. It was only her fault for being so damned elusive.
I’d told her I loved her last night. More than once. I’d fought it for weeks now, maybe longer. But it was as if I couldn’t stop driving myself harder, to the very brink, where I had no choice but to say it.
I was punishing her, and myself, because I loved her. And it scared the fuck out of me.
She hadn’t said it back. I hadn’t really given her the chance to. Because I was fucking terrified that she might not say it.
I knew she loved me. At least a little. More than a little. So why the fuck was I losing my mind over this?
I pulled on a dark green and blue silk robe and padded barefoot to the door. I hoped whoever was out there didn’t mind my morning wood. Of course, my wood was extra stiff because of the glorious naked angel I’d woken up beside.