Page 110 of Fragile Sanctuary

Anson closed the distance, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking it deep. I ground into him, feeling him hardening beneath me. It was a surge of power, knowing that my touch and taste made him react this way.

Anson’s teeth grazed the bud, and I let out a whimper. He smiled against my flesh as he released me. “Wonder if I could make you come just like this. Just teasing these pretty nipples over and over, bringing you to the brink.”

I rocked my hips against him as wetness gathered between my thighs.

He let out a growl, his hands dropping to my hips. “Reckless…”

A devilish smile rose to my lips. “You play, I get to play.”

Anson’s breaths sped up as I rocked, my eyes fluttering closed and then open as I moved. He appeared in my vision in beautiful snapshots. Such adoration there. Reverence, even. And my traitorous heart hoped for more, even if I wasn’t sure he could give it.

“Rho,” he groaned.

I reached down, grabbed his T-shirt, and tugged it off. The moment I tossed it behind me, my hands were on him. I hadn’t gotten the chance to explore before. Not really. My fingers ghosted over tanned skin.

His chest rose and fell in rapid pants as I traced his nipple and ventured lower. The ridges of his abdominals should be illegal. But the fact that they came from hard work instead of hours in the gym only made me want to worship them more.

“You keep touching me like that, and I’m gonna come in my pants like a thirteen-year-old,” Anson growled.

There’d be a certain power in that, but it wasn’t what I wanted. Not what I needed.

I stood then, letting the cool air hit me. My fingers dropped to the waistband of my sweatpants, and I slowly slid them down. There wasn’t even a flicker of unease or uncertainty. Because Anson made me comfortable showing him everything.

I slid one leg out and then the other. Then I simply stood there, letting him look his fill.

Anson stroked a hand over himself through the thin cotton of his joggers, just watching. “Dreamed of getting all of you. Never dreamed it would be this good.”

I took one step and then another.

Anson moved in a flash, shucking his joggers and then reaching out for me. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing until he was lying back on the couch, and I was hovering over him. Then he cursed. “Condom.”

I grabbed his arms. “I’m on the pill. And I’ve been checked.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “There hasn’t been anyone in a long time. And, fuck, I want to feel all of you. Everything.”

God, I wanted that, too.

So, I moved, hovering over him, so close I ached.

Anson’s fingers tightened on my hips, guiding me down.

The first hint of him had everything in me tightening, yearning for everything to come, for all ofhim. And then there was more. Myeyes watered as I sank down, the stretch a delicate balance of pleasure and pain.

And I only wanted more.

Anson’s hand slid up my body to my neck and finally tangled in my hair. His grip was gentle and forceful all at the same time. And I wanted more. More of both. More of him. The darkness and the light.

As I sank fully onto him, a gasp left my lips. So full. Soeverything.

“Heaven and hell,” Anson gritted out. “Never felt anything better.”

My hips began to rock, and he groaned.

“Killing me.”

Anson gave me control, letting me find my rhythm in my time, to adjust to all of him and find my way back to us.

My hands moved to his chest, using it for purchase to slide up and down. I took him deeper with each pass, my back arching.

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