“Terri… my God,” I said, the awe I felt clear in my voice. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”
She nodded but kept her eyes tightly closed. I smiled down at her, though the need to move was so intense it was almost painful.
“Open your eyes, Terri,” I said in a voice that brooked no argument. She did. I stared into those huge, liquid pools. She was afraid. Willing. Ready. But fearful.
“I promise not to hurt you,” I said, meaning more than this moment. Meaning more than the pain.
No. I meant forever. I would protect her forever. Even from myself.
But not from this. Never from this. I would let the flames of this need burn us both to cinders. I could not have stopped if I had tried.
“I can’t wait anymore,” I growled, beginning to ride her, slowly at first. But not gently. There was nothing gentle about it. “I’m sorry.”
She moaned in response, her body arching against me. I cursed as my hips drove into her harder, her pointy little nipples teasing my skin as we rubbed together like two cats in heat.
It wasn’t long before I felt myself getting close. I cursed. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready for this to end.
I stopped, pulling out of her body. Then I dropped down again, pulling her quivering clit into my mouth. I still didn’t want her to come yet. But I was going to have to let her come soon.
My lips and tongue worked their magic on her, using all my skills and concentration. As soon as I felt her quicken, I shot upwards, sliding my shaft inside her so I could enjoy the fireworks.
She let out a little mewling sound as I reached between us and found her clit. I held my shaft perfectly still as her pussy danced all over it, covering me in her slick juices.
Good. God. Damn.
It was the sexiest damned thing I could have imagined. This perfect little virgin, creaming all over me as I forced myself not to move. To let her have her moment. To enjoy the insane sensations of her tightness squeezing me as ripples rose up and through her.
It went on for a while, bless her beautiful heart. I dragged it out as best I could, using my fingers on her, then bending down to pull a gorgeous little nipple into my mouth. I grimaced as another wave washed over me.
She finally opened her eyes and looked at me.
“Yes, Michael. Yes, yes, yes…”
That was it. I snapped. Seeing the look of adoration in her eyes… her acceptance of me, of my body, with all my faults, all my cruelty… my mistakes, most of all.
She had forgiven me every damn one. She was giving me the most precious gift. She was giving me herself.
I roared as my body filled with light, my hips moving without cease, without any semblance of control. I tried to hold back. I tried not to hurt her. But nothing would stop me as I poured myself into her. My need. My pain. My fear. My seed.
And she took all of it.
It seemed to go on forever. An endless storm of electrical currents that felt like the hand of God. There was nothing mundane or physical about it. Being with Theresa was spiritual.
By the time I came back to myself, to find myself holding this precious woman in my arms, I knew I was different. She had changed me, just by loving me. Softened me, but made me more fierce. More protective. More determined to have and hold this one perfect woman, for the rest of my life.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Theresa
I blinked and looked down at my hand, intertwined in Michael’s much larger one. It had been three days since I ran away. Two days since he came to get me. Two days on near constant love making. We’d barely spoken, but we had both said plenty with our bodies. I hadn’t had time to think, let alone process the tremendous changes in my life.
Michael had plans for us. I hadn’t even thought about fighting him on any of them, the few he had let me in on. Like this one, I thought, looking around the first class cabin.
He was flying me to Paris.
I’d protested that I had classes to attend. He has assured me that he would make sure I did my homework. He had even sent one of his guys to record all of my classes so I could watch them at my leisure.
Not that I had had a moment to myself yet.
He squeezed my hand and I looked up at him, surprised. I’d thought he was sleeping. Lord knows, we had barely slept at all since that first night together.
“You’re overthinking. Stop that.”
“How did–” I stopped myself, staring at his gorgeous face with my mouth open. Then I snapped it shut, not sure how I felt about the smug, knowing look on his face. How could he read me so clearly? And if he did see me that clearly, would he ever truly love me?