With expectant eyes, I stared at him, hopeful that he had succeeded in his mission.
With that intense stare he wore without effort, he approached until he halted in front of me. His handsome face was free of the marks of a brawl, so he’d escaped Grave’s presence without so much as a scratch. He slipped his hand into his pocket then withdrew the pearl necklace that my mother had given to me. The pearls were so shiny they looked like they’d been professionally polished. The second my eyes settled on the necklace, I smelled her old perfume…heard her laugh.
I watched him hold it up between us, the breath frozen in my lungs. “I can’t believe it…”
When I didn’t take it, he grabbed my wrist and forced it into my hand.
My fingertips brushed over the pearls, feeling their smoothness under my touch. Through eyes murky with unshed tears, I stared at my most prized possession, the only family heirloom we’d ever had. “How did you pull this off?” My fingers closed around the necklace before I lifted my chin and looked at him.
His hands rested in his pockets as he looked at the necklace. “I walked in and took it.”
“Just like that?”
His eyes lifted to mine. “Just like that.” He took the necklace out of my hand, unclasped the back, and then put it around my neck. There was a tiny click when the necklace locked together. He let go, and the pearls hung past my collarbone and rested against my skin. “Beautiful.”
My fingers reached for the jewelry at my neck, wanting to feel it since I couldn’t see it.
He turned away. “Goodnight.”
My hand grabbed on to him before he could get too far. Through the linen of his collared shirt, I felt his muscular forearm as my fingers dug deep. I gently pulled him back to me, bringing his stare back to my face.
He moved with the pull, those deep eyes locking in place.
My arms wound around his neck, and I pressed my body into his. My lips found his with a desperation that exploded from my chest. My fingers latched on to his short hair, and I rose on my tiptoes to meet his hungry mouth as it reciprocated my desire. Slowly, we backed into my bedroom, heads turning to deepen the kiss, our passionate breaths filling the silence.
I pushed his jacket off his shoulders.
He got my shirt over my head.
Piece by piece, our clothes and shoes littered the floor.
I backed up to the bed, but he clearly had other ideas when he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me to my knees on the rug. “Show me your gratitude.” His fingers wrapped around my neck, and he tilted my head back slightly, guiding his cock to my mouth.
My lips automatically parted, and before I could flatten my tongue, he was inside me. The breath I was about to take was taken from me as his large size pushed deep into my throat. That intensity was back in his eyes, mixed with a depth of possessiveness he’d never shown before.
I flattened my tongue and moved forward and backward, timing my breaths with the reprieve of his evacuation from my throat. Saliva already built up at the corners of my mouth and began to spill.
“Eyes.”
My head tilted a little more, and my stare moved up to his face.
He thrust his hips as he kept his hold on my neck, fucking my mouth relentlessly. “Say thank you.”
With a mouth full of dick, I could barely form the words. “Th–thank you.”
He gave a satisfied moan as his fingers contracted into my neck. Red blotches moved into his tanned skin, and the tightness that came over his features just before release appeared. With a loud groan, he hit his trigger and released, dumping his seed across my tongue and into the back of my throat.
I wanted to gag, but I managed to get it down.
When his cock left my mouth, I could finally take my first real breath. His large dick was still in my face, pulsating and big like he hadn’t just hit a climax a few seconds ago.
Next, I was on the bed, his massive body covering mine like a heavy blanket in winter. His narrow hips fit between my thighs, and he slid into my slickness like honey poured out of a jar. His shaft was so thick it throbbed inside me, just a little bigger than I was used to. My nails dug deep into his back as I moaned at the feel of him. My performance on my knees was just foreplay, an appetizer to the feast. Now, he really wanted me, had the appetite of a bear out of hibernation.
With my lithe body folded underneath him, he pounded me into the mattress, the necklace gliding back and forth across my chest with every thrust. My eyes traveled down his hard chest and tight abs, the way the lines between his muscles were more prominent when he worked his body hard.