“I love it,” I whispered. “I love you.”
His eyes widened. We hadn’t said the words yet, though I felt it in every shared moment, every gentle tease about my labels, every time he showed up exactly when I needed him. But watching him pour his heart into this gift, seeing the physical proof of how well he knew me, how he’d carved our future into every detail...
“Say it again.” His voice was rough as he backed me toward our new bed.
“I love you, Torain Axebreaker.”
He growled, lifting me onto the mattress. “Again.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him close enough to feel his heart thundering against mine. “I love?—”
His mouth crashed into mine, swallowing the words. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he pressed me back against the sheets. His hands slid under my shirt, calloused palms mapping familiar territory.
“I love you,” he breathed between desperate kisses. “My brilliant, organized, slightly terrifying mate.”
I laughed, then gasped as his tusks grazed my throat. “Only slightly?”
“Wouldn’t have you any other way.” He pressed a kiss to my sternum, his touch a promise. “Your color-coding.” Another kiss,lower, making me arch. “Your schedules.” Lower still, his breath hot through my clothes. “Your need to control everything.”
My fingers tightened in his hair as his mouth found my inner thigh. “I do not—oh!”
He chuckled against my panties. “You were saying?”
My protests died as he slowly slid the damp fabric down my legs. A low moan escaped as he gently parted my thighs, exposing my heat to his hungry gaze.
“Gods, look at you.” Desire roughened his voice. “So wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you.”
A shudder coursed through me as he licked up my slit. One broad swipe to gather my taste, followed by smaller teasing circles. His lips locked around my clit, tongue lapping at the bundle of nerves. I moaned, hips rocking helplessly against his face.
“Torain.” I tightened my grip in his hair. “Please.”
“Begging already?” Amusement colored his voice even as he slipped one thick finger inside me. “Need to come?”
“Yes, fuck, I need?—”
“Soon, sugar.” He added a second finger, stretching me wider. “Got to get you ready first.”
Any retort I might have had dissolved into a strangled moan as he dove in. His tongue was everywhere. His fingers pumped hard. Every touch and breath sent stars bursting behind my eyelids.
“Don’t stop,” I groaned, fisting my hands in the sheets. “Please don’t stop.”
He hummed against me, the vibrations sending sparks shooting up my spine. Pleasure built low in my abdomen, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers, each swipe of his tongue. My thighs trembled. My breath came in ragged gasps. I was so close. So close...
“Let go, sugar.” Torain’s voice was rough with desire. “Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
His fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot as he sucked hard on my clit. The coil inside me snapped. Pleasure crashed over me in waves as I came with a cry, my back bowing off the bed. Torain worked me through it, easing off only when I collapsed back against the sheets, boneless and panting.
He kissed his way up my body—hip, ribs, the underside of my breast. When he finally reached my mouth, I tasted myself on his tongue.
“Welcome home, sugar,” he murmured against my lips.
His mouth felt like fire against mine, igniting every nerve ending. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist, urging him closer as his hands roamed under my shirt. Those big, rough fingers left trails of heat in their wake.
“Too many clothes,” I panted between kisses. I tugged at his shirt, desperate for skin contact.
Torain chuckled and sat back on his knees. The muscles in his arms flexed as he stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion. My mouth went dry at the sight of his broad chest and sculpted abs, like always. Green skin pulled taut over powerful muscles that had featured in more than a few of my morning shower fantasies.
“Your turn, sugar.” His eyes darkened as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. “Let me see you.”