Page 32 of Mending Mayhem
Her expression held both disbelief and desire as she returned her touch to my chest and traced her fingers over the contours of my muscles. “I could blame it on stress or fatigue or a million other things, but right now, all I want to do is you.”
My dick throbbed, another rush of blood hardening it even more. “If you’re not of a mind to think this through…”
“I don’t want to think. It’s not my thing. I listen to my body, and I act…leap first, look later…and I am ready to jump into the deep end.” Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, and she trailed her fingers down my stomach, making it tighten.
“You’re certain?” I asked.
She inched her fingers closer to my cock. “Do you want me to change my mind?”
“Gods no.” I clutched her hands before they went any lower. “But I do plan to take my time, I haven’t been with a woman in over four centuries.”
“Lucky me for being your first.”
First, last, and only for the rest of my existence, but I didn’t dare make that proclamation out loud. Whether she believed it or not, she had a brilliant mind. I saw no need to cloud it with declarations of my devotion.
Not yet.
I tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it aside and taking in her beauty. She wore a black satin bra, and I traced my fingers along the edges, caressing the delicate skin of her breasts and recalling the way it had felt when she washed in the shower.
Having been inside her mind, having felt with her skin, I knew which parts were more sensitive than others. She had experienced no sexual yearning at the time, but I had reveled in the sensations fueling my desire.
She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and dropped it by her discarded shirt. Taking my hands in hers, she placed them on her breasts and then cupped my face, bringing me forward to meet her mouth.
I kissed her, drinking her in as I massaged her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples and hardening them like pearls. She unbuttoned her pants, sliding the zipper down before working them over her hips, her mouth never straying from mine.
Kicking them off, she leaned into me, the feel of her bare skin against mine weakening my knees. A growl rumbled from deep within my soul, and I wrapped my arms around her, tangling my tongue with hers.
She clutched the back of my neck, sliding one leg up to my hip before lifting herself from the ground and wrapping them both around my waist, the thin satin of her panties the only thing stopping my cock from plunging inside her.
I clutched her ass, digging my fingers into her flesh and deepening the kiss. She moaned into my mouth and moved against me, the motion making promises of events to come and rendering me incapable of speech.
Ember preferred action to words. I didn’t have to tell her how this moment made me feel. I would show her. Again and again, until she begged for mercy.
I clutched her waist and shoved her onto the bed. She gasped with the sudden impact, but as she moved to the center of the mattress, a wicked grin lifted her lips. She shimmied out of her underwear, and mischief danced in her deep brown eyes.
I had seen her body through her eyes, but now, seeing her with my own… I could have stood there soaking in her beauty all day long. Instead, I climbed onto the bed with her, moving on my hands and knees until my mouth met hers once more.
“Mmm…” She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it, circling her finger over the sensitive head, and I nearly collapsed on top of her.
I hadn’t felt a woman’s touch in so long…and yet…
Being there in that moment with my soulmate, it felt as if it really were my first time. It eclipsed every shred of desire or intimacy I had ever experienced, rendering all other moments meaningless.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head, lest she bring our moment to a premature ending. She would come before I did, even if it took all day.
I nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her sweet citrus scent before gliding my tongue from her shoulder to her ear. She inhaled deeply, and as my teeth caught her lobe, her breath came out in a contented hiss.
Releasing my grip, I slid my hands down her arms and cupped her breasts. Her nipples, still hard from my touch, begged me to taste them. I sucked one into my mouth while pinching the other, and she let out the most erotic moan I had ever witnessed.
I wanted…I needed… to pleasure her. To make her forget everyone and everything, if only for a few hours. I kissed my way down her body, every intake of breath, every sound she made pleasing me more than my own release ever could.
Emotion swelled in my heart as I realized the purpose of my entire existence. I was made for this woman. Meant to worship her for eternity. Never had I felt this way about anyone. Nor would I ever again.
Ember was my beginning, my end, and everything in between.
I moved down, caressing her legs, kissing, licking, nipping her inner thighs, down one and up the other before blowing a breath across her sensitive nub.
She let out a breathy, “Mayhem, please,” that nearly did me in.