The bed dipped and I smelled his soap and musk.
I turned, but I didn’t even get a chance to say hello.
His lips covered mine as his rough, warm hands cupped my face. His tongue sank into my mouth, and it was as if a switch had been flipped.
Desire, sharp and painful, exploded like a fire inside me. My arms went around his neck and I couldn’t get close enough. Arched, clawing, I groaned into his mouth and ran my hands over his shower-wet, closely cropped hair.
“That’s my fix,” he growled, rolling me to my back and thrusting his hips against mine.
I cried out with need and spread my legs wider. Frantic desperation raced through my veins and slammed into my core. My pussy pulsing and clenching with aching emptiness, I dragged my nails down his back and aimed for his boxers.
Something plastic caught under my fingertip.
His mouth moved to my neck as he rocked his dick against my wet pussy.
I stilled. “What is this?” I touched the thin plastic covering his lower back.
He bit under my ear and I shivered.
“Dane?”
His hand moved to his boxers and he pushed them down only far enough to fist his cock. Rubbing the head of his dick across my pussy, his dark storm-colored gaze landed on me.
My mouth opened and a desperate gasp filled the silence.
He licked my bottom lip and hoarsely whispered, “Tattoo.” Then his tongue sank into my mouth as his cock sunk into my pussy.
Oh. My God.
He thrust deep.
A full body tremor started at the base of my spine and radiated down my legs. My trembling hands grasped his biceps for purchase, but it was too late. I was already falling.
“Fuck yes, that’s it, sweetheart. Come.”
Oh my God.
My legs shook. My heart pounded and wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure shocked my body.
I saw stars.
Big, beautiful, overwhelming stars.
“Dane,” I blindly cried.
Sunk to the hilt, his hips grinding into my clit, he took every last fear I had and destroyed it. His cock, his tongue, his whole body claiming me, marking me, changing me, he commanded my very being.
His mouth on my ear, his hands in my hair, he whispered, “You are mine.” He thrust hard and stilled. “And I am yours.”
A groan ripped from his chest.
And I knew.
His hot seed pumped into my body.
I was his. All his.
With his chest heaving, he latched on to my neck and swirled his tongue. Moving to my collarbone, kissing, biting, he covered my nipple and gently, so gently, he sucked.
A fresh wave of desire bit into my womb and my back arched.
Swirling dark green, brown, and gray eyes looked up at me.
Every emotion in my heart, all the words I wanted to roll off my tongue, they stuck in my throat as I stared at the most beautiful man in the world.
He reverently kissed the pale skin over my heart. “I am inside you.” He pulsed deep inside me and whispered, “This is my home now.”
A tear slid down my cheek. “I’m not sad.”
With a shallow thrust he ignited a new fire inside me. “I know.” He kissed my cheek then brought his forehead to mine. “I’m going to take you again.”
I wanted him to. Again and again. Until I couldn’t feel my legs and all I smelled was him and his release all over my body. “Please,” I begged.
His shallow thrusting turned into a slow grind, then he pulled almost all the way out. “Wrap your arms around me, love.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips and grasped his face. “You promised,” I reminded him. “Tell me.”
The tip of his cock hovering against my entrance, his forearms braced on either side of me, a slow, devastating smile spread across his face. “You ready for me?”
“Yes.” God yes.
He drove into me.
“Ahhh.” Pleasure-pain shot through my pussy.
He started pounding into me. “You want to know why I call you love?”
My fingers dug into his shoulders. “Yes, yes, yes.” Every thrust stroked my G-spot and hit my cervix, then he ground against my clit.
“Because I love your cunt wrapped around my cock.”
I loved his dirty mouth.
He stroked through our cum. “I love feeling my seed inside you.”
My stomach fluttered at the very thought.
He kissed one nipple then the other. “I love every goddamn ounce of attitude and submission you give me.”
I grabbed the back of his head and pulled up.
He brought his lips to mine. “I love holding you as much as I love fucking you.”
I kissed him.
Gentle and loving, he stilled and kissed me back. Then he looked down at me. “You’re the only woman I want.”
He was the only man I wanted. But caught up in his words, his beautiful words, I didn’t give him mine, not yet. I kissed the hard angle of his jaw.
He touched his lips to my forehead and slowly thrust. “You never even blinked when I told you who I was.”
Oh God. I loved who he was.
“And you feel so fucking right.” He sank deep inside me.
I rocked my hips into his.
“I call you love…” He went perfectly still. “Because I love you, Irina Tsarko.”
It was too soon. It was crazy. It was risky. It was messy and imperfect.
But it wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t wrong. Nothing in my life had ever felt more perfect. He gave me hope. He gave me strength. He gave me himself.
And I loved him.
I’d loved him the second he took a risk and trusted me with everything about him. I’d loved him when he saved me. I’d loved him when he said I was broken, and I’d loved him when he taught me how to open my heart.
“I love you, Dane Marek.”
His lips crashed over mine, and he did more than just make love to me. He gave me everything I’d ever wanted. He gave me a future.