Obsession (Steel Brothers Saga 2)

Had she realized she said those words?

She was in another world, a world of nirvana, of rapture.

But even so, the words soared into me, giving me strength, hope.

I knelt between her legs and pressed my mouth to her wet cunt. It was still pulsing after her orgasm, and her juices warmed my mouth. I shoved my tongue into her deep recesses. Her flavor was like a juicy apple laced with female musk. Not even the finest Western slope apples from my orchard could rival Jade’s intense flavor after an orgasm. I lapped at her, feasting on her, determined to suck every last ounce of ambrosia from her mouth-watering body. Then I turned to her clit, wrapped my lips around it, and sucked.

And she flew into another climax.

She grabbed my head, grinding my face against her pussy. “God, yes, Talon. Just like that. Eat me. Eat me raw.”

Her words fed my desire, as I sucked at her clit again, this time thrusting not two but three fingers deep within her channel. I massaged that special spot, sending her over the edge again and then again.

She writhed, shivered, shattered, begged me to stop. “Enough, Talon. I need your cock. Now, please.”

But I was not to be deterred. My woman wouldn’t just come today. She would keep coming and keep coming until her body was so sated, so exhausted, she could do nothing except fall asleep against me.

After that orgasm though, she scooted herself upward, breaking my suction on her pussy with a loud smack. “Talon, I can’t take it anymore. I have to have your cock. Please. Now.” She sat up and grabbed fistfuls of my green T-shirt, pulling it up my torso.

This time I couldn’t say no. I raised my arms and let her rid me of the shirt. Then she unbuckled my belt, unsnapping and unzipping my jeans before pushing them and my boxer briefs over my hips.

Her silvery eyes turned a smoky gray as she glared at me. “Now,” she said through clenched teeth.

Without even taking off my boots and jeans, I pushed her back on the bed and thrust into her welcoming warmth.

Oh, the glory, the glory of finding the one who had been sculpted just for me. For that’s what Jade was. No one gripped me like she did. No one gloved me like she did. I thrust inside her, and then I had to wait, willing myself to hold off. I wanted to plunge into her one more time and release my seed inside her.

Like an animal, I wanted to spread my seed, impregnate my mate.

She was on the pill, so that wouldn’t happen. I had never wanted children before, but the thought of her swelling with my child excited me, surged through me like primal joy.

I pulled out and thrust in again, and she sighed beneath me, that soft sigh that always escaped her like a sweet breeze when I entered her.

I brought my mouth down to hers and kissed her deeply, our tongues twirling together, letting her taste her own flavor from my mouth. She kissed me back with so much fervor, so much passion, that I thought I would come right there.

But again I held off. Determined to make this last. Determined to make this about her for once—not about me.

She moved her thighs upward so her knees were right at my armpits. God, the angle was so deep, so perfect. I thrust and I thrust and I thrust once more, and then, with an explosion of stars behind me, I released into her honeyed pussy.

My breath came in rapid pants as I held fast, not moving, just letting my cock stay embedded in her wet heat.

Emotion swirled thick around me, gutting me. And when I finally opened my eyes, hers were piercing me with that silvery-steel gaze.

I could no longer stop the words.

“God, Jade, I love you. I love you so much.”

Chapter Eighteen

Jade

The warmth of a summer day burst through me. Had I heard him right? I didn’t want to ask, for fear he might take the words back. Perhaps they’d only been said in the throes of his orgasm.

No. That couldn’t be. Talon was too closed off, too walled in to bring forth words he didn’t mean.

As I stared into his dark, blazing eyes, I knew he had spoken the truth.

As much as I wanted to ask him to repeat the words, to say them over and over again until I tired of hearing them… What a crock. I would never tire of hearing them.