“How?” he asked, not bothering to clarify his meaning since she knew exactly what he was asking.
“No waiting,” she said, already panting as she spread her legs and arched her back, letting him know just how desperately she wanted him.
“No waiting?” he asked, pressing a kiss against her shoulders as he reached down and freed his eager erection.
“No waiting,” she confirmed, pushing back against him in demand.
He moved the tip of his c**k down until it was touching her wet slit and then with a groan, he pushed in, her velvety wet walls welcoming him home. He pressed another kiss against her shoulder as he pulled back until just the tip of his c**k was inside her. “God, I love your hormones,” he admitted, licking his lips as he placed his hands by hers on the stone wall and slid back in.
“Better enjoy it while it lasts,” she said on a choked laugh as he pushed all the way in.
“I plan to,” he admitted, spreading his legs just a little more so that he could take his mate, his wife now, on a slow ride.
She dropped her head back against his chest, moaning as he slowly f**ked her. The sounds of the tide coming in mixing with her moans was like music to his ears. He would never tire of hearing her moan his name while her tight sheath gripped his cock, caressing it like a fist and robbing him of rational thought.
“I love you,” he gasped against her neck as she reached back and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him prisoner and no doubt hoping that he’d finally give in and give her what she’d been demanding for months now.
Every time they made love, she tried to coax him into biting her, but he always refused, too afraid that he’d go too far, but not tonight. After he’d overheard the real reason why she was so desperate for his bite while she’d spoken with Madison over the phone tonight, he’d realized that she needed this. She needed to know that she was safe with him and even though she’d assured Madison that she’d never felt safer and more loved, he needed to show her that she would never have a reason to fear him.
“What do you want, mein Schatz?” he whispered near her ear.
“You know what I want,” she moaned.
“Tell me anyway,” he said, smiling when she let out a vicious little growl.
“You’ll just say no again,” she reasoned, tightening her grip on his hair as he continued to slowly thrust inside her.
“Try me,” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss against her neck and nearly groaning when she released a little tremor that had her sheath tightening around his cock.
“Will you do it?” she asked, her voice trembling as she rewarded his c**k with her juices.
“Yes,” he said, mentally calculating the number of bags that he’d gorged on while she’d bathed to prepare himself and wondering if he should sneak back into the kitchen to down another bag when she took the decision out of his hands.
“Then do it,” she said breathlessly, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck for his bite.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss against the sun kissed skin and said, “Not there.”
“What?” she asked, sounding confused as he slowly pulled out of her.
“Turn around and spread your legs,” he ordered, already dropping to his knees in front of her.
Licking her lips nervously, she slowly turned around and leaned back against the wall and after a slight pause, she spread her legs for him.
He nearly came from the sight of the glistening pink lips between her legs. “Beautiful,” he murmured reverently as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against her slit. “Absolutely beautiful,” he whispered, as he cupped her thighs and gently pushed them apart.
“Christofer,” she moaned, threading her fingers back through his hair as he decided to take a little taste of the sweet little pu**y that he craved day and night.
He worked his tongue inside her, loving the way she struggled to keep still, but every few seconds she’d lose a little more control and rock her h*ps against his tongue. He hoped this would be enough to distract her and to give her some pleasure. He’d done this to a lot of women in his past, but never for a woman like Cloe, who knew what could happen if he lost control.
Knowing just how important this was, he withdrew his tongue and moved his mouth to her swollen nub. He took it in his mouth and gently suckled as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the tiny bud of nerves, but it was enough to get Cloe close. When she started to tremble and her breaths became choppy he made his move.
He moved his mouth away, making sure to replace his mouth with his fingers out of fear that she would tense up, preparing for his bite, something that could turn this into another nightmare. Careful not to disturb her pleasure, he gently suckled the pulse point near her sex as his fangs slowly descended in his mouth. With one last prayer that this wouldn’t send her screaming, he bit down.
Cloe screamed as liquid ecstasy poured down his throat. He prepared himself for her attack, expected it, but instead she brushed his hand aside and replaced it with her own, working her clitoris in time with his mouth. The scent of her arousal intensified, nearly smothering him as he continued to feed from her. He could hear her fingers working her wet folds, the sound erotic and dangerous as it threatened to make him lose control.
Just when he didn’t think that he could take anymore, he found his mouth suddenly dislodged and his back hitting the cold patio tiles and his c**k once again sheathed in Cloe’s body.
“I take it that you liked it,” he said with a strained chuckle as he sat up and wrapped his arms around his mate.
“It was okay,” she said, panting.
“Liar,” he chuckled, as she wrapped her slim arms around his neck and used the move to ride him.
“Shut up, Hoodie,” she said with a mock scowl as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his.
“Shutting up,” he mumbled with a grin as he felt Cloe’s lips curl up into a matching grin.
As she kissed him, he couldn’t help but wonder what he’d ever done to deserve such a wonderful life.
He really needed a vacation, he decided as he slammed the silver tipped dagger into the heart of the werewolf, who’d been a heartbeat away from crashing through the woods and going after the couple making love on the patio, again. When the werewolf released a whimper that threatened to alert Christofer and Cloe of his presence, he twisted the dagger, making sure to cut the heart in two, instantly killing the large beast.
When he was sure that the beast was dead, he pulled the knife out of the body and shoved the beast into the pit he’d dug earlier when he’d spotted the shifter following the woman that he’d stupidly claimed as his. Every time he hunted the couple down to the check on them, he found them being hunted by demons, shifters and vampires. He shook his head in disgust as he heard the couple start up all over again.
This honeymoon was exhausting him as well as giving him another reason to hate Pytes. As he picked up the shovel and started burying the body, he decided that they damn well better name this child after him to make up for all the bullshit that they were putting him through.
Karma really was the best, Danni decided with a pleased little sigh as she sent Chris flying across the room.