“I believe you know who I am. I see it in those silvery eyes every time they meet mine. The recognition… the pain… the hunger. Who am I, Sabre? Who was I to you? Why do you want me but refuse to touch me? Why won’t you tell me who I am?” Her questions morphed into pleas, and the pain in her emerald green gaze nearly brought me to my knees.
My restraint unraveled. Years of yearning for her slammed into me and broke down the last of my walls. Boldly striding toward her, I didn’t stop as she backed up. The defiant tilt of her chin told me she wasn’t afraid, only unsure.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I pushed her against the door. I could feel the rapid beat of her pulse under my thumb and fingers. Teeth gritted in a futile attempt to hold myself back, I squeezed the ivory column of her neck. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Her eyes widened and her heartbeat surged, but she didn’t speak. I increased the pressure, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyes darkened to the color of the forest at midnight. She scraped her lip through her teeth.
Inhaling her fresh scent, I lightly rubbed my nose against her soft cheek. It was like velvet, and touching her again was my kryptonite—because while I craved her, she left me trembling and on the verge of coming apart at the seams.
“Do you want me to take you against this door, Soleil? Fuck you until you fall apart and then fuck you again?” I whispered into her ear and reveled in her gasp. I licked the side of her neck and suckled the tender flesh before sinking my teeth into the lobe of her ear and then releasing it. “Do you want me to lick every inch of you—tasting you and marking my territory as I go?”
“Sabre,” she panted as her fingers dug into my sides. The contact sent a surge of longing through me, and I pressed my rock-hard erection into her side.
“You’ll do more than whisper my name, baby. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be screaming it. There will be no question who you belong to by the time I’m finished,” I promised.
“Yes.” She breathed heavily and tightened her grip until I felt the bite of her nails in my back.
At that single word, I unleashed the beast of my soul. I released her only to grab her T-shirt by the neck, then tore it down the center. Her gasp fueled my need. Immediately, I dropped my head to lick the cleavage exposed by my destruction. Her chest heaved as she threaded her fingers through my hair and pulled. From her moans, I didn’t think she minded that I’d trashed her clothes.
With a groan, I wrapped my lips around her nipple through her thin bra. I was no longer cursing the fact that she was wearing the lacy thing. Curling my fingers over the cups, I tugged them down to free her luscious tits. There was the sound of stitches ripping, followed by her little mewls as I dropped to my knees to worship her as I’d dreamed of for more years than I could count. Uncaring of anything I ruined, I roughly stripped everything from her, leaving her standing before me wearing nothing but the sultry expression on her beautiful face.
“Will you tell me what you know?” She surprised me by pulling my hair to force me to look her in the eye.
“After I have your body in a boneless heap on my bed, yes,” I promised. Truthfully, she’d need to be that way to accept what I had to tell her.
Because no matter what had happened during our separation… she was my wife.