Chapter Eighteen

Savannah tried to find her footing as she grasped for Tom, but her body only seemed interested in having as much of him on her as possible. He held them tightly to each other, as if they were one being that was never meant to be separated. For the most part, Savannah couldn’t agree more.

As she eagerly ground her body against his, she could feel him hard and ready against her. It drew soft whimpers from her throat, anticipation building, and swelling deep within her as his lips locked onto hers once more. She’d wanted this, needed this for so long, and the night was finally here. She wondered absently if he thought she might run again, if a sliver of doubt remained that she might not be as ready as she finally was. As if he sensed something, he pulled back from their kiss, searching her eyes for something. Eagerly, Savannah pulled his lips back down to her own, showing exactly what she wanted when she wanted it. His lips tingled like she’d stuck a fork in a plug socket, and she groaned against him, using her body to beg for more

Savannah’s body began to tighten like a coiled spring as Tom kissed her. His skin was smooth and soft, cool from the water as she pressed deep against him to feel the rock hard muscles underneath that flexed tight as they held her. He backed away slightly, trailing a line of hungry, biting kisses along her neck, and she used the extra space to run her fingers lightly over his solid chest and every bump of his washboard abs. she could hear her breath coming quickly with every bite, lick and kiss, but she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more, faster.

She cried out in surprise when he did exactly the opposite.

Pulling away from her with one last teasing kiss, Tom stared down at her with wondrous eyes. At first, Savannah was frustrated, but the look he gave her was full of amazement and awe and something else that unraveled her down to something even more vulnerable than skin. She felt he knew everything that was important about her, and held it all in his gaze, promising that he’d keep all the most fragile parts of her safe and locked away for the rest of eternity. He felt like home.

“I want to tell you something,” He whispered.

“Anything,” she replied, immediately. Whatever he had to say she knew she’d cherish it for the rest of her life. Nothing, no one, could stop her from holding everything he did, was, and would be dear.

Tom swallowed hard, Savannah feeling his heart quicken as a hint of nervousness crossed his eyes. “I—I think I’m falling in love with you.” He said softly, little more than a breath of air on the wind that washed over the lakes surface. “I mean, I don’t really know what it is, but if I had to give this a name, that’s what I’d call it.” He averted his gaze. “I know I said something similar earlier, but I wanted you to know. I’m conscious, I’m here, I’m saying it while knowing I’m saying it, and there’s no room for misinterpretation. I’m falling in love with you, Savannah.”

Savannah sighed, tears flooding her eyes. Leaning forward, she rested her cheek against the hard plane of his chest, her fingers playing lightly with the water droplets on his chest as she basked happily in his scent and confession. “I feel the same way,” she whispered, voice watery with unshed tears.

They remained like that for a while, just marinating themselves in the sheer weightlessness of their confessions that were finally out in the open with no doubt and little fear between them. This was what happiness felt like.

S0on enough, that telltale sign of sexual tension began to build between them, never sated for long, and this time Savannah wasn’t keen to stop it. Breath quickening, she lifted her head, her eyes trailing along Tom’s strong chin and upwards to the soft lips that lay above. She ran her lips lightly across the curve of his jaw, reveling in his gasp. His body reacted to every nip, lick and kiss that she laid across his skin, building the pheromones between then until she could practically choke on Tom’s arousal.

He growled low in his throat, his chest rattling under Savannah’s hands. His desire filled her nostrils as his eyes flashed with the need for more. She watched him intently as he threw his head back, gasping and panting as she licked her way across his collarbone. Slowly, she allowed her hands to twirl and slip lower down his torso, deep into the water.

The moment her fingers brushed against the solid mass of his erection, his breath shuddered out in a ragged groan. It spilled heavily from his throat and shook his entire body, making Savannah glance upward to make sure he was okay. Their eyes met briefly, and his mouth worked to form words, but he wasn’t saying anything. Slowly, she slid her fingers down his shaft, and a louder, more ragged growl tore from his throat. That noise was definitely a good thing.

Savannah bit the edge of her lip as she worked him, growing a bit more confident with each stroke as he whimpered and moaned his pleasure directly upward into the night sky. He tensed when she squeezed and quivered when she stroked, licking her lips ravenously as she changed speeds to keep him on his toes.

Tom’s eyes shot open with a guttural roar, fixing Savannah with a fierce glare. His eyes were intense, gleaming brightly in the moonlight as they stared deeply into her. She felt like he could read her entire soul like tealeaves in the bottom of a cup. She was suddenly vulnerable, undone, shattering into a million pieces as he watched her fall still.

“Savannah,” Tom whispered before pulling her close once more. His lips crushing against hers, and harder still she pressed back against him. His hands moved slowly and purposefully, over her shoulders and down her back as if he were carefully memorizing every part of her and never wanted to forget.

“Please,” Savannah gasped as Tom began to feather kisses along the side of her jaw. “Please, Tom.” She didn’t even know what she was asking for, but that she wanted more. More of Tom. More of him. All of him.

And that she never wanted him to stop.

With only a low warning growl, Tom grabbed her hips, lifting her legs up and guiding them around his waist. He held her body tightly and strongly, moving in two small strides to press her firmly against the bank. Before she could react to the cold chill of the bank against her back, she hissed a gasp as he laid a gentle kiss on her nipple.

He pulled away, letting her rest there still partially submerged in the water. He gazed lovingly downward at her, his eyes filled with a shadow of that awe he’d held earlier, and it made Savannah feel like butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He looked at her as if she were the most beautiful person on earth, trailing his hands lightly over her curves like one would touch a priceless artifact. He coaxed small moans from her lips as he played over her nipples, gently cupping her breasts in anticipation of her reactions.

He lowered his mouth to the soft top of Savannah’s breast once more, running his tongue over her nipple and shuddering against her as she cried out for him. His hands moved lower, caressing, pinching, and stroking every curve of her soft skin. As he plunged his fingers deep inside of her for the first time,

Savannah felt as if stars had burst across her skin, igniting her entire body in a fireworks display of passion. She didn’t have time to be embarrassed by the sounds that Tom pulled from her. His hands, his lips, his tongue, they all were beckoning her to do something different, building up a slow sweetness within her that drove her insane. She arched her back into his strokes, tilting her chest closer to his tongue. She did everything she could to keep as much of him touching as much of her as possible without hindering the expert work of his fingers inside of her. It wouldn’t be long before she found release.

She had a sudden urge to get out of the water, to see all of him pleasuring all of her beneath the shining moon, as she’d wanted to do from the moment she’d met him. Wrenching herself away, she pushed backward up and onto the bank, the soft grass tickling her skin. Water washed down her body, soaking into the creases of her skin as she sat up to beckon him forward.

“What are you doing,” Tom growled, eyes hungry as he drank in her naked, soaking wet body.

“Come here,” she panted, crooking a finger in a come hither motion. “Out of the water.” He didn’t need any further encouragement. Pulling himself free of the water in one smooth move, he crouched in the grass, water cascading from his body as he took in all of Savannah. She sat back with no shame, watching as his eyes darted feverishly over her skin.

She took in the strong, bulging muscles of his tightly coiled body, a testament to just how strong a bear he truly was. A sizzle began deep in her belly, and suddenly she wanted… needed nothing more than his hands on her once more.

He must have seen something in her eyes as she watched him; something switched on in his gaze, and he began a slow creep toward her. Desire was written on every inch of his face, anticipation drawing every muscle in his stalking body taut with need. Watching him restrain himself from losing control made Savannah dizzy with passion.

“Tom,” she whined and he stalked ever closer. “Please, Tom, I need you.”

A shiver wracked his body, making him pause for a split moment before throwing caution to the wind. He was on top of her in a flash, their lips locking in a ravenous embrace as Savannah pressed eagerly against the hard length of his cock. Using a quick hand to guide him, they both cried out in unison as he finally sheathed himself deeply inside of her.

Tom’s breath was ragged, his fingers digging deep into the soil beside Savannah’s head as he adjusted himself to the feel of her. She was tense beneath him still basking in the euphoria of his first thrust, nails already digging orgasmically into the flesh of Tom’s back. She floated down from the high of it, shuddering against his body and beckoning with her hips for him to continue.

“You’re so beautiful, Savannah,” Tom gasped, his mouth pressing against the side of her throat as he pulled slowly out of her. He began to work his hips slowly, pushing himself in and out of her at a rhythm that they could both follow easily.

Savannah couldn’t speak; she could barely breathe as he thrust in and out of her. Her mind was in a state of sensory overload as the feeling of him deep inside of her built up the heat of the hottest volcano, beckoning it to erupt within a moment’s notice. His hands worked expertly over her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples to peaks as he trailed nibbles across her collarbone. He remained carefully gentle, making sure he slowed down when she cried out too loudly, or caressed her if he grabbed her too tightly. She couldn’t admit it in the moment, but the feeling of his gentle caresses on the raised skin or his rougher grabs created sensations she couldn’t even begin to describe. She knew she wanted more of it.

Throughout all of his coaxing and coercing of moans, gasps, and whimpers from her lips, Savannah noticed that he never lost that look of wonder in his eyes. It hid just beneath the torrent of hunger and need that he’d obviously felt for her, but was lying in wait like the smallest part of him just couldn’t believe that this moment was finally here. His frenzied glares as he thrust into her were tinted with amazement; his eyes as he took in her body when it arced beneath him were glimmering with love. In a word, he made her feel beautiful.

In a gasp of eagerness, Savannah thrust against Tom in ecstasy, beckoning for him to do more. She whimpered as he slowed down, pressing his hands against her gyrating hips until she stilled. Her gaze locked in a vice around his, holding his attention. “You don’t have to be gentle with me, Tom,” she breathed, eyes flashing with heat. “I need more. Please, don’t stop.”

Tom rattled a dark grown. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle,” he bit out, and she could almost feel the bear pressing against him. “I’ve been waiting for this for… a while,” he struggled apologetically.

“I don’t want gentle!” Savannah declared boldly. “I want you. All of you until I can’t think of anything else.” She gazed deep into his eyes, watching the war raging within him, within them. He truly was afraid of hurting her. “Please, don’t hold back, Tom. Do everything you want to do to me. That’s what I need right now.” A sudden shift clicked in his gaze, and she could tell the bear had won.

With a roar of heat, and need, and hunger, Tom bit deep into Savannah’s shoulder, pumping rapid-fire thrusts faster and faster into her as he held her hips into place on the bank. Starbursts of pleasure and pain exploded across the back of her eyelids as she clamped her eyes shut, crying and screaming her exhilaration into the night sky. Soon, she began feverishly rocking her own hips, eager to push him even deeper inside of her body. His fingers dug hard into the flesh of her buttocks, holding her close to him and branding her body with his white-hot embrace.

“Tom, I’m close” Savannah barely gasped, clutching tightly to him as the volcano inside of her built up heat to the point of being nearly unbearable. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Her fingers curled in pure elation, every fiber of her body coiling tighter and tighter with each quick thrust of Tom’s hips. He sank into her over and over, nudging her close to the precipice each time.

With a long, ragged cry, Savannah yanked Tom’s neck downward, biting hard into his shoulder as one last delicious thrust finally sent her careening over the sweet edge of release. That boiling volcano erupted deep within her, lighting her on fire from within. The sensations drowned her in molten lava, sparks flashing in her vision as she convulsed against him.

Gritting his teeth, Tom watched eagerly as the last tremor shook Savannah’s body before he found his own liberation. She watched up at him as he rocked and shuddered against her. His face contorted in the rawest form of peace.

Slowly, Tom slid lazily into the grass beside Savannah. He pulled her close and she snuggled instinctively against him, completely satiated.

“I love you, Savannah,” Tom panted, breath ragged as he held her close. “I love you.”

His words covered her like a salve, soothing against her flushed skin and refreshing like the coolest drink on the warmest night. “I love you too,” she whispered, cuddling closer to him. No longer was she a slave of the Northern Wind. She would never be Lucas’s. In his place, there was only Tom.

Only love.