When he pressed me back without breaking our connection, I moaned. When he settled over my body with his and nestled between my parted legs, I whimpered. The grinding of his erection against my clit caused me to gasp,
“I need you,” I begged as I tugged at his shirt and pushed it up as far as I could. I hated the fabric that separated us.
He trailed kisses down my jaw and to my neck. He ran his tongue over the healed laceration. One that no one would ever have known I had. He allowed me to rip his shirt over his head and toss it to the side. Greedy, I moved my palms over the smooth ripples of skin over corded muscle. When I went over the puckered scar tissue that ran over each shoulder blade, he hissed.
“Did I hurt you?” I breathlessly asked, worry creasing my brow.
“No, it’s just the reminder. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Can I?” I asked as I hesitantly touched my fingertips to his uneven flesh.
He nodded. As I swept over them, he closed his eyes. The man was so beautiful, I couldn’t believe no one ever recognized him for the angel he was. Taking a page from his book, I rose up to nip and kiss along his jaw as I memorized each irregularity of his healed wounds. When I moved down the side of his neck, his breathing became ragged.
Unable to stop myself, I slid my hands down and into the waistband of his jeans. I arched my hips to rub against him as I pulled us tighter.
“Lift,” I whispered, letting him go and tapping his ass. He did as I said, and I reached between us to unfasten the button so I could push his jeans down over his trim hips. With building desperation, I bit his shoulder and used my feet to shove them to his ankles, and then he kicked them off.
Our lips found each other’s again as he frantically pulled and tugged until nothing separated our souls but our corporeal flesh. He rested on his forearms and thrust his silk-encased shaft between my legs where it teased along my wet slit.
Insane with lust, I prattled nonsensical encouragement and wrapped my legs around him to urge him on.
“Fuck, baby—you’re so wet.”
With our hearts pounding in unison, he stared into my eyes and pushed slightly into my heated sheath. I thought I heard him whisper something about it being tight, but I was too anxious for him to fill me to fully listen. Slowly, he stroked in and out until he’d worked his entire length inside.
A satisfied sigh fell from my lips, and I involuntarily squeezed his cock with my inner muscles and at the same time lifted my chest until my peaked nipples brushed his. I couldn’t get enough contact.
“Sabre.” I breathed his name as if it was prayer. The man did things to me and my emotions that I couldn’t have imagined.
“Aros…. Say it.”
“Aros,” I repeated, loving the sound of it.
“Do you know how bad I wished I could hear that one more time over the years? My name on your lips is the sweetest of melodies.”
Needing him to move, I wiggled and dug my fingers into his rock-hard ass in a silent plea. One that he heard and answered when he pulled back and drove deep.
“Yesss,” I cried in relief as we moved as one. As we climbed higher and higher, our movements grew more erratic. Desperation bled through as my nails cut into his back and raked over him to anchor myself against the pending storm.
“Aros, I’m going to come,” I warned, his true name naturally rolling off my tongue.
“Fuck yes,” he encouraged and doubled his efforts by circling his thumb over my swollen nub until I screamed his name the way he loved it.
The crash of my release was breathtaking. Stars burst behind my lids, and I clutched his firm bicep with one hand and the bedding with the other in an effort to keep from being swept away. Wave after wave washed over me, drowning me in bliss and leaving me gasping for air.
As my mind spun, he rolled us over, and I braced my splayed hands on his chest. Then he held my hips as he drove up into me. The change of angles allowed him to go deeper and sent tingles rippling through as I gasped.
“Ride me,” he demanded with his silver eyes flashing.
With each upward thrust, I dropped down. The movement caused my eyes to roll and a burst of sensation beyond anything I could explain exploded from my toes to my fingertips.
When he cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples, it became more than I could process, and my head fell back. I panted and whimpered as another orgasm barreled down on me. He picked up the pace, and I lost it.
“Aros!” I whimpered. “Oh God, Aros!”
His reply was a succession of grunts as he unleashed the voracious beast inside. Relentless, he thrust up into me and I took every inch—over and over. That time, when I tumbled into a free fall, he joined me.
Through every euphoric pulse, he held me and filled me with his hot release. As the pleasure ebbed, leaving us floating in the postorgasmic haze, I collapsed onto his chest. His strong arms wrapped around me, and in that moment, I believed that as long as I was with him, nothing bad could happen. I lifted my head and kissed him softly and reverently.