“I’m sorry, but being locked up twenty-four seven is not something that Anastasia and I are used to.” Her hands are on her lap and I notice her fingers twisting the fabric of her T-shirt in anxiety. I don’t want my woman to feel anxious about this, but I need her to be aware that I will only ask things of her when they are important.
“I need to be able to know that when I ask you something that you will do what I ask because otherwise, we are going to have a problem.” Approaching her, I squat down . “If you had spoken to me about wanting to go out, I would have made a plan.”
“I told you I was tired of being locked up here,” she says with a frown.
Lifting my hand, I smooth the frown lines away as I lean forward to kiss her lips. “I know, but I didn’t think you were that fed up. Next time make me listen or be more direct and tell me exactly what you want,” I tell her, wanting to make sure that she is completely open with me.
“Like telling you that I want you to kiss me?”
I nod at her comparison, then notice her raised brow, realizing that she is telling me she wants me to kiss her right now. Grinning, I lean forward. She doesn’t need to ask me twice to kiss her. Placing my hand behind her neck, I pull her towards me as I lean forward, taking her lips in a blistering kiss while I run my fingers through her hair before pulling it into a knot at the back, making sure she doesn’t move her head as I overwhelm her with all the passion coursing through me.
Her murmurs of pleasure drive my desire even higher, my body tensing in readiness to take my woman through every erotic thought that I’ve ever had. My other hand strokes over her ribcage while my thumb rubs just under her perfect breast. Our tongues step around each other in a dance older than time—a passionate tango of the senses.
Her hands wrap around my neck as she surrenders to the passion that is building between us. Letting go of her hair, I bring my hand down her body, taking hold of the hem of her T-shirt to pull it up with one yank. Her nipples peep out at me through her lacy bra—rosy pebbles peaked in readiness for my kisses. I feel her hands wandering down my chest, stroking over my abdomen before they roam under my T-shirt, her fingers caressing my skin like a spark of electricity that charges my senses—a storm igniting a bolt of lightning in the sky.
I raise my hands up to her breasts. Fisting my fingers around the lacy fabric, I pull it down, exposing her erect nipples. The lusciousness has my mouth watering in anticipation as I lower my head to take one rosy nipple between my lips, sucking to heighten her arousal. Her hands go to my T-shirt to pull it up, tugging it away from my body. My hardness fights for its release, as my jeans strangle its pulsing length. Her nails scratch down the length of my torso, my muscles rippling in readiness. Her fingers stop at the top button of my low-cut jeans. When the first one pops, I hold my breath, waiting to feel her gentle touch. When she finally gets to the last button, my shaft springs out in readiness.
Her fingers run along my length to the base, her head lowering as she kisses the tip of my erection. An overwhelming feeling of belonging is caused by the caresses of my woman, exposing my full-blown desire for her that’s ignited by her gentle touch, bringing me to my knees with all her passionate actions. My hardness pulsates in her hand as her fingers circle its girth, tugging at the explosion that is bubbling just under the surface.
My hands move down to unbutton her jeans, lips still playing, kissing, and tugging at her nipples. Fisting the waist of the jeans, I tug down, pulling them off her legs, exposing her red lacy panties and her mound calling for my touch. My hardness is throbbing. Each stroke of her hand brings me closer to my pinnacle. Pulling away from her hand, I step back, discarding my jeans and boots. When I look up, Freya has taken her panties off and is lying on the bed looking at me.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmur as I place my knee on the bed next to her. My eyes travel over her body, her silky skin glistening in the light. Freya lifts her hands, placing them over her breasts, squeezing them gently, the nipples peaking between her fingers. The absolute perfection of the moment has my eyes transfixed on her movements. I want nothing more than to touch her, but to see her touching herself has me pausing—observing.
This woman before me has my blood coursing through my body like molten lava; the heat threatening to erupt before I can even touch her like I want to. I let her tease me for another minute or two before I take command. Placing my hand on her knee, I widen it as I slot myself between her legs on my knees. My eyes travel her majestic temple of a body. Leaning down, I kiss her navel, my lips teasing her bellybutton. Her legs rise as she encircles my back, her hands sliding into my hair as she pulls gently while I kiss down her body slowly, wandering my way down to her womanhood, to the heat of her very core. When my lips touch her, she gasps lifting her pelvis, my hands move under her ass holding her up.
My tongue darts between her lips, tasting her sweetness as her body pulses with passion. She gasps, her moans intensifying with each stroke of my tongue. Her legs stiffen as I bring her closer to the point of no return. Lifting my head, I place my hand over her sensitive mound, stroking my fingers gently over her swollen nub. My middle finger penetrates her heat, stroking her passion to a frenzied climax.
My body craves release as I see her quivering in ecstasy. I begin kissing my way up her body until I’m quieting her gasps with my kisses, my pulsing shaft finding her spasming heat. Penetrating with one deep thrust, Freya gasps. My movements intensify with each thrust, kisses deepening with each moment of passion that we share. My penetrating thrusts speed up as my vision focuses on Freya, her beauty beyond anything I could have imagined when I thought of my mate.
“Dane,” she gasps as I pull her legs up until her ankles are resting on my shoulder, her hips raise so that my thrusts are deeper, harder, and all consuming. Her breathing becomes shallow as her body tightens, her inner muscles gripping my shaft with such intensity that I feel myself losing control. My mind is consumed with this moment, blanking everything around me except the woman beneath me.
This woman is everything I could ever want, she blows my mind with her passion, my body with ecstasy, and my soul with love. “Freya,” I roar as my release overtakes me. I feel my release explode, my very essence coating deep within her body. I feel spent, completely, and utterly drained. Something that I don’t usually feel because our bond has consumed me, knitting our two souls, and making it one.
“You have completely exhausted me, woman,” I murmur as I slip out of her.
Freya smiles, her eyes closed with a content look on her face. “If you are exhausted, then I’m dead,” she whispers, “but living in heaven.” Her words have me grinning as I lie on my back, pulling her into my arms. I need to be surrounded by my woman for the whole night—to have her light shine through the ugly darkness of the last few days. I need her goodness to obscure the evilness of this world and guide me back to her always.
“Thank you, that was beautiful,” she hums, filling my heart with pleasure, knowing that my woman enjoyed what we just shared as much as me.
“You make it beautiful,” I tell her as I close my eyes, content and at peace, even if it’s just for the night. Having Freya in my arms safe is the only thing that relaxes me. When I phoned earlier and realized that she wasn’t at the club but out and about, my fear that one of the Desperados would find her had my fear of losing her rising, overwhelming every thought in my mind.
When I saw her sitting, having coffee without a thought to her safety, I could have lost my shit, but the minute I saw her face all fear and worry disappeared. This woman in my arms calms my soul, my very mind. I will fight heaven and hell for her, she has become my very existence. I smile as I close my eyes in peace, hearing her breathing deepen in sleep.