CHAPTER TWELVE
“Now, beauty, this is the right bed.” A bear shifter crawled up our bed between my legs, the sheets soft as silk under my palms. His dark brown eyes caressed each of my features—my broad forehead, my expressive eyes, the tilt of my nose, my cheeks stained red in anticipation, my parted lips waiting for his kiss. His bear growled deep inside his chest, all pleasure. He whispered to himself, “Where do I even begin?”
I pointed at the tip of my nose. “Here.”
His lips parted as he panted a breath. “Perfect.”
I groaned from the mere fact that he crawled up my body, settling himself between my legs. I arched my neck slightly, closing my eyes as his soft lips kissed the tip of my nose in sweet affection.
“Where next?” He grinned.
I closed my eyes and pointed to them.
Two sweet strokes of his lips brushed the lids.
“And now?” he whispered.
I pointed to my lips.
His groan reverberated straight through me, down into my heart where my soul lay, petting it in need.
The heat from his lips touched mine before he kissed me, his sweet breath fanning my sensitive flesh. Then his mouth was on mine, playing and stroking, moist lips capturing all I had to give…and then taking more. I had forgotten for a moment that he was a dominant man, his sweet side hidden and shown only to those he cared for. And his lips reminded me that he was a man bent on gaining whatever he desired in this world.
And he desired me.
My arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close and falling into his leading embrace willingly. I moaned his name against his mouth, my lips parting as his tongue invaded and conquered all the territory that was now his. Our tongues danced and clashed, his hungry and mine overriding any inhibition. Our bodies were made for one another, and it showed as we fit together perfectly, rubbing against one another as our passion broke into a raging storm at sea.
We were lost in each other.
Perfect and terrifying. I wanted to drown in it.
I wanted to drown in him.
And he wanted me to find myself in him.
Alaric pushed up on his arms, staring down at me. His lips were swollen and rosy, his brown eyes almost pitch black in desire. He leaned up on his legs and climbed back.
I chuckled when his hands went to work on my clothing. “Be careful with that shoe. It’s my new pair.”
“I want you naked.” His voice rasped, deep and dark. “I want all of my mate bare beneath me. Mind, body, and soul.”
My breath caught. “You are perfect.”
“For you. I’m perfect for you.”
Clothes were quickly tossed over the side of the massive bed, his and mine. Our bodies soon reconnected, his impressive, muscular heat pressing down on my sleek curves.
I curled one of my legs around his, pressing the bottom of my foot on his hard calf as his mouth wandered down my throat. His teeth nipped sharp and pinching, just enough that my head arched back, allowing him all the room he needed to work my body over.
I trailed my nails over his muscled back, kneading the pads of my fingers in, desiring every part of him just as he desired me.
His large hands cupped my breasts, moving down my body, the fire in my lower gut clenching and burning hotter. Alaric’s lips weren’t gentle; they weren’t kind. They were all-consuming as he sucked each peaked nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around and around each breast. The man created a design with each of his licks and kisses, painting my flesh with his attention.
He murmured, “My beauty.”
“Yours,” I whispered. I ran my fingers through his hair, wiggling underneath him as he nipped along my sides, taking his time to devour every inch of me. “You’re going to ruin me tonight. I won’t ever be the same.”
“That’s the idea.” He chuckled, low and sexy. “I plan to make you forget anything else but me tonight. You will be all mine when I make you come on my dick.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Please.”
“My pleasure.”
He moaned, grabbing my thighs. He gripped them tightly as he slid down the bed. His mouth continued touring my body, each sensitive place found with his exploring lips. The dip behind my knee, where I stored so much strength, his mouth found with wicked mischief. The curve at the apex of my thighs, where my wet heat waited for his cock, his tongue lapped at until I was screaming his name. The arch of my foot, where stress resided, his teeth nipped at until I squirmed in laughter.
I panted and pulled at his shoulders. “Now.”
“Not yet,” he reprimanded.
Then he flipped me over onto my stomach where his talented fingers and discovering mouth began anew. No part of my body was left untouched, every piece of my flesh now owned by my husband. What he wanted, he took. What I wouldn’t give easily, he caressed until he had it. Everything, every part of me was his. An artist and his most coveted piece, he cherished me until I was begging him for more.
My husband gently rolled me onto my back, watching my eyes blink in fever. My mouth parted with no words uttered—completely wrecked for him. His eyes sparkled in wicked, satisfied delight. He spread my legs wide, whispering, “Now you’re ready for me, beauty.”
I gasped for breath. I couldn’t speak.
My eyes were only for him.
Alaric thrust his massive cock inside me, and my world exploded inside his arms. I breathed when he breathed. I held on tight to his round, hard biceps as he thrust again, finally seating himself fully inside me. Dark eyes devoured mine, holding my gaze, as he pulled back to thrust home again, filling me to the point of base, beautiful pain.
I wrapped my legs around him. “Alaric…”
His bear growled deep. “Say it again. Just for me.”
He thrust deep, his hips flush with mine.
“Alaric…” I closed my eyes, drowning in him.
“Again.” He thrust harder, faster.
My hips reached up to his with each of his penetrations, his cock sinking deep into my clenching channel. “Alaric…”
Faster. Harder. He owned me.
The sea parted, and I dove right in.
I never wanted to leave, the storm raging.
His cock slid inside me, our eyes locked. Again and again. He didn’t relent. The shifter held me in his arms and let me sink into him. Into his soul, into the powerful man he was. Dark eyes held the secret, and I was it.
I was his secret. His to cherish. His to love.
My head arched back as I fell into the dark abyss deep inside the churning ocean, my climax pulsing like battering rams of waves. A tsunami waked inside my blood, holding me captive, as I shook in his hold. My channel clenched him, holding him close.
Alaric roared his ecstasy, his body shaking over mine, falling into the depths of the world with me. We took each other down, down, down. And at the bottom, we saw the sun.
Our eyes locked. We were the light for one another.