by Lucian Bane
“You two make yourselves at home,” his uncle announced as they made their way to the back door. “And don’t forget you still have a room here,” he muttered as the door shut.
The both broke out in silent laughter just before David leaned and kissed her with everything he had, his hands all over her.
“You have a room here?” she whispered.
He stood, pulling her to her feet. “I did. I guess I still do,” he said.
“You look surprised.”
“I am,” he admitted, leading the way down the hall. “I never expected he’d keep it.”
“Did he have kids?”
“Nope. Never. We were like his kids, I think.” David opened the door to the room he’d sleep in when he’d visited all those years ago. The sight punched him in the stomach. “Wow,” he whispered, walking in. “It’s like…walking back in time to 1989.”
“Oh my gosh, David, is that you?”
He turned to see Lizzy holding a picture of him and his uncle on the dresser. “It is, holy moly.”
She gasped, picking up another one. “Oh my God, you were a cutie! Who is that?”
“Jeffry. My cousin. God, we had some good times here. Fishing, camping, trapping.”
David realized this was the exact place. This was the place he would do it. He took the box out of his jacket, watching her move around the room, studying everything. He set it on the bed and turned to look out the window, keeping an eye on her through the reflection.
Finally, she turned to the bed. “Oh, look,” she said wondered. “What’s this?”
David turned, watching her sit and pick it up. She looked at him and he shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t remember seeing it.”
She opened the lid and stared. “It’s a ring,” she said curiously, pulling it out and setting the box down. “Do you recognize it?” she asked, inspecting it closely. Her breath sucked in sharply and her gaze shot to his. “Oh my God!”
He moseyed over and sat on the bed, smiling next to her.
“David, what…” She quickly put it on her ring finger, gasping at it as she held it up. “It…has our name. What…”
He took her hand and slid the ring off, looking at it. “It does, doesn’t it? And look,” he said, turning it a little, pointing. “There’s more.”
She snatched the ring from him, staring. She covered her mouth, catching her sob. “David…this…this has my daughter’s name and…my mom?”
He took the ring from her and held her hand, sliding it back on her finger. “It does,” he whispered. “Because they’re a part of you. And I wanted them to be a part of us.”
She looked at him, wiping her face. “What…are you saying?”
He stood and turned, then lowered to one knee before her.
“Ohhhh David, David, David,” she strained, fanning her face as he took her hand into his.
“Lizzy…” She let out a wail, covering her mouth as he lifted her hand and kissed it, eyeing her. “I love you…more than I ever dreamed I could love somebody. I thought I knew love, but I was wrong. I was so wrong.”
“I do! I do!” She lunged on him knocking him back, smothering his mouth with kisses.
“I didn’t even ask yet!” he laughed, pulling her on top of him and hugging her tight.
“Yes, you did, you did, I just fast-forwarded it, oh my God! David! Really?” she asked, looking down at him. “You want to marry me?”
“Fuck yes,” he whispered, swallowing emotion as he stroked the hair along her face. “More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”
She was back to kissing him then pulled up with a gasp, looking at her ring. “It’s so perfect! I love it so much, it’s so perfect, like you!”
He held her face, kissing her with all the reverence and love flowing through him. He adored her mouth with the most careful strokes of his tongue, softest press of his lips.
“Make love to me, David. Right here.”
He smiled on her lips. “Can we do it in the bed?”
“O.M.G., yes,” she whispered, making him laugh.
He pulled her up and they both stood there. For the first time in his life, he was clueless about what to do next and how to do it. Make love. In his bed.
He slid out of his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt, watching her stare at his hands. Her chest rose and fell as he removed it and went for his pants next. Her gaze lowered to that, fixated as he opened them.
When he was fully naked, she slowly sat, watching him. And fuck, the innocent, hungry look on her face put him in a place he’d never been before, not that he ever remembered. Her gaze slowly rose up his body then locked onto his face.
He moved toward her, feeling like he’d taken the first steps in a new life. He felt unreal. Different. A lighter different. Holding his hand out to her, he watched as she took it, the look in her gaze saying everything he craved to hear. I trust you. I love you. I need you. And his favorite. I’m crazy for you and never want to leave your side. He pulled her to her feet, stroking her face as her gaze seemed stuck to his chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, lifting her chin, needing to see the everything else in her that he caused. “I can hardly stand it.” One glide of his finger on her lips pulled her brows together in an aching need that sparked desire in him. That reckless one. The one that demanded his immediate obedience. But he resisted it this time. He wanted this moment to be different for both of them. The climax of his entire existence was upon him and by God he had to have that perfect. For her. For them.
“You’re the beautiful one,” she whispered, her clear blue eyes roaming his. She reached up and stroked her fingers over his face, her touch trembling and silky. “I still can’t believe you’re mine.”
The sweet admission and the sudden glow of tears in her eyes brought that reckless hunger plowing back in, and fighting it felt impossible, wrong even. He captured her hands and brought them to his lips, needing to kiss something. “I need you naked.”
Those four words summed up his world and he could only watch as she gave him what he had to have as she always did. It wasn’t just the pleasure he needed, it was the bond that happened when they made love. The everything else that bled from their souls and filled them to overflowing. The unspeakable, unbelievable rapture he never knew was possible.
She was naked and he was transfixed as she slowly sat on the bed then scooted back, laying like an offering, giving herself forever. He couldn’t move as he took in the site of her laying in a beloved place he’d spent his life. She owned every part of him, and now she was reaching into his past and claiming that too.
He was fucking petrified he realized. Of the power this had over him, the threat. To have this was something unfathomable, but the sudden fear of not having it… that was terrifying.
She reached a hand to him and he was immediately unglued from that place in his life, neither here nor there. As he drew close, the irrefutable call of their connection burned along his skin until it became a sweet agony in his cock. She took hold of his face as he covered her body with his, pulling him to her mouth, her legs wrapping him possessively. Owning him. And her kiss… it fucking made those demands he was helpless against.
He’d wanted to go slow, so perfectly slow but the hot look in her eyes when he took possession of her wrists above her head said fuck slow. Never slow. Everything all at once for as long as they could suffer it, that’s what they were, that’s all that mattered. He slid his hand firmly over her face needing to feel her with every pore of his body. The clash of their breaths came thick and unbridled and their moans… delicate and begging then harsh and promising.
The heated conversation of their passion finally erupted into a full out brawl. “Make love to me,” she gasped at his mouth, nails scraping his face.
“God, you drive me crazy,” he half growled, tugging at her lips and skin with his teeth. “I want to devour you, do you know that?”
“Do it, please.”
He groaned in immediate
submission, his mouth a storm on the delicate skin of her neck. She squirmed under the tight clamp on her wrists and he rolled his hips, pressing his cock against her wet heat. His free hand roamed ahead in eagerness and the second it met the fullness of her breast, his mouth raced with a jealousy to the feast. He squeezed hard and the silky tightness under his lips drove him mad. Thick grunts poured from him as he sucked softly then hard and harder, finally biting her taunting nipple like a starved animal. God he was, he was an animal, he was no longer human with her. Every shocked cry, every desperate beg and pleading moan she gave said doing anything less to her would be a sin.
Obsession had him growling over her breasts, moving from one to the other, unable to choose and never satisfied. He opened wider, biting along the soft mounds.
The call of his name broke through the lust haze only to bring it to her mouth where her ecstasy poured out. His obsession renewed at the new delicacy, hand squeezing her face like he’d done her breast, stabbing his tongue deep, a challenging provocation to the feeding frenzy.
The fight intensified as her body thrashed against his hips and hold at her wrists.
“Fuck me!”
Her desperate words blasted against his mouth, half beg, half order. It spoke to his need to torment her with teasing and obliterate her with pleasure.
“I’m begging,” she whimpered, even as he slid his cock along her silky hot folds. “Oh God, yes, yes, yes,” she wept around his tongue. He pulled up enough to see her face for that initial, mind-blowing thrust. With a merciless force, he shoved in, bringing their rapture in a vocal clash.
He drove into her with a lust that bordered insanity, his rabid pace giving him what he craved, her screams and the cock-sucking sight of her perfect tits jerking under his sadistic hunger. There was no other way for it to be between them, and he could never love anything more.
He knew her, she didn’t want him to stop, she wanted his orgasm. Her hands escaped his hold and she rained a burning agony everywhere she clawed, taking complete control. The fire in his mind began to blind him, obliterate him. Oh fuck. He shoved his hands under her and grabbed her shoulders for what was raging to the surface. He wanted to warn her, call out to her, but the ecstasy seized him before he could. It bound him tight then thrashed him over and over against her, pounding them like a living pulse, a heartbeat for that everything, that fucking impossible everything she was to him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
They lay in his bed with their naked limbs wrapped tight. He stroked his thumb along her shoulder while gliding his lips against her forehead in the aftermath of the best sex he’d ever had. It was like that ever time. Almost like a new drug every go, better than the last. The post hypnotic drug-effect was an addiction he could get used to. That was one thing he’d never experienced when he had sex with women before her. There was never a blissful aftermath in his soul, only the urgent need to clean up and throw away the evidence of dysfunction as fast as he could. There were plenty of reasons to not linger after sex before Lizzy. Simple things, like using the bathroom. But in that second, David’s bladder was the enemy and he planned to make it wait a fucking minute before emptying. He had a heaven to linger in and he planned to languish in it as long as he could.
He smiled when Lizzy again held up her hand to admire their ring, turning the inscriptions round and round. “I never dreamed I could be this happy,” she said in soft amazement. Like the turn her life took was never once anticipated.
“Mmm…” He squeezed her body with his limbs, agreeing. “I was thinking…what if we…relocate life to my writing cabin in the mountains?”
She immediately sucked in a light breath. “Serious? I would love that,” she said, her voice still silky soft as if she too didn’t want to disturb the fairytale they lay in.
“We could talk about renovations and get it ready for family.” The second he said it, he wondered where her mind was on that topic.
“Do you want…to have kids? One day I mean?”
The attempt to hide her hope stirred that everything else she provoked in him. He tilted her face to his and meshed his lips softly on hers. “What do you think?”
“I think…my heart might beat a hole in my chest at the idea of... having a family with you.”
He smiled on her mouth. “I want to believe that means you would love nothing more than to have a family with me…”
She scrambled her way on top of him and locked her bright gaze on his. “You can fully believe that because I would love nothing more than having a family with you!”
“I wasn’t sure…” he smiled around her loud and hungry kisses. “…if you were ready.”
She jerked up again, staring. “I’ve been waiting for you my entire life,” she squealed. “I feel like we’re late to the show!”
He grabbed her ass, grinding her onto his cock that hardened again. “Could we maybe… have a wedding and enjoy a long honeymoon first? I might want a year of you to myself before sharing.”
She gave him the biggest smile, rocking her hips into him and lighting him up in every way imaginable. “Mr. Raze,” she flirted, taking his arms and sliding them above his head. The move was cute but came with an explosion of sexual fantasies, namely him letting her take sexual control. “You drive a very hard bargain.”
She’d definitely have to restrain him he realized, breaking her hold to clamp his hands on her hips, grinding her right on that hard bargain. “Mmmm,” he said, staring at her naked pussy spread perfectly around the length of his cock. “Maybe we can build on my uncle’s land. If he happens to get with your aunt…” he looked up into her gaze, rocking her clit on him, “… they’d make the perfect grandparents. And babysitters.”
He was mildly joking but the widening of her gleaming eyes said she would love nothing more. She looked between them now too, giving those delicate moans. “I want that,” she whispered, rocking herself perfectly before returning that burning hot gaze to his.
“You want that?” He was being serious but couldn’t keep his eyes off of what she was doing. “Whatever you want, you fucking get it,” he promised.
She answered with a moan that sounded very interested in doing business with him. “I want it,” she nodded, breathless.
“Make me come under two minutes and we have a deal,” he shuddered, lifting her hips.
She placed her warm palms on his chest with a gasp of acceptance, raising for his cock. Once lined up, she locked her eyes on his, a breathless look on her face as she slowly lowered her hot pussy onto him. The glorious torture brought his groan, then halfway, she shoved herself down.
The bottom of her pussy slammed against the head of his cock and woke the animal in David. “Angel,” he grit, clamping his hands tight on her hips, forcing her to stay right there. He began jerking her hips, hitting the bottom of her in rapid succession. The heat blasting his balls had him growling, and that agony pinching her forehead as she cried out drove him. Faster, harder, so much harder.
Then she swirled her fingers over her clit and pinched her thick nipple, and he was done, he was there with a “Fuck!”
But she wasn’t done with him. She fell forward, pulling his hair and drowning him with her tongue all while creating a shift in the angle. With the new leverage, David grabbed hold of her and used the fuck out of it, shoving her faster and harder.
His orgasm detonated like a thunderbolt and knocked him on his ass, sending his arms around her in a bear hug. The fucking connection it created…glorious Christ it made him want to weep. It brought all the everything else rolling through him, performing a magic trick that milked him dry and filled him up. Turned him inside out and upside down then put him back on his feet. “I fucking love you,” he gushed, holding her tighter than ever. “I love my Angel so much.”
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