Tarnley presses his lips to the side of my throat, and I turn my head, exposing it completely to him. “I can hear your heart,” he whispers.
“It beats only for you.”
“As does mine for you.” His teeth prick my skin, and lust so fucking potent it would have dropped me to my knees if I wasn’t already lying down surges through me. I arch up, my body electrified with lust. I ache for him. Yearn for him. Burn for him.
Every nerve is on fire, every single inch of my skin ablaze without his touch.
“Tarnley, please,” I beg as he sucks from my throat, each draw sending me further and further toward the edge of bliss. His hand trails down my side, leaving my skin both sated and burned with his touch.
His teeth leave my throat, and I whimper as he moves away. “Tarnley?”
“Hush, love. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” Hands on my hips, he flips me, and my arms cross as my belly presses into the mattress. His hands go to my ass, and he kneads, then slides his hands up my back and presses a kiss to my hip.
My arms are twisted above me, my eyes still covered, but I’ve never felt more powerful than I do right now. I arch up, bringing my knees up, and Tarnley settles behind me with a growl. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he whispers as he drops down and presses a kiss between my shoulder blades. “But I’m going to spend my life earning the privilege of loving you.”
With a single thrust, he drives into me from behind. I cry out, unable to keep the pleasure quiet. He drops down and sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he fucks me from behind. With every single thrust, I lose a bit more rational thought.
Sweat beads on every inch of my skin. He releases my shoulder and slams into me, the pace picking up with every single thrust of his body into mine.
My release builds like an inferno as magic pulsates to the surface, a direct response to my loss of control. I fucking love it.
The orgasm shatters me. Completely and totally obliterating any and all rational thought. I no longer care what happens next because here, with Tarnley, is my entire past, present, and future. My body shakes—muscles so weak I know they won’t hold me up. I cry out, his name leaving my lips.
“Say it again,” he groans.
“Tarnley,” I repeat.
His hands tighten near painfully on my hips as he thrusts one final time before his own orgasm rocks him, his hips pumping into me once, twice—slowly this time—as he fills me. He takes me to paradise, this man, and I never want to leave.