Page 12 of The Fighter who Needed Me
He cupped one breast in his hand and she let out a gasp.
He ran his thumb over her nipple and she shivered.
“Can I see more of you?”
She nodded and he turned her once again and undid the laces on her corset.
He pushed her chemise sleeve off her shoulder and kissed her soft skin, watching it break out in goosebumps.
When her corset was undone, she took a deep breath and he pushed it off her.
She pulled her chemise off over her head and pushed her drawers off, letting them pool on the floor.
She turned back to him and it was his turn to swallow hard.
She was absolute perfection in human form.
Her breasts were full, sitting high on her chest, topped with perfect pink nipples that had tightened in the colder air.
Her hair hung in a waterfall of blonde and brown silk to her waist and her honey colored eyes smiled at him.
She had delicate features, a tiny nose and high cheekbones graced her face.
Her eyes were large in her face, and she was skinny. He could see the bones in her ribs but knew there was a reason for it.
It did not stop him from wanting her. He pulled her by her hips to him and claimed her mouth.
“I love you Persephone.”
She smiled, “I love you Brooks.”
He slid his hand up her ribcage and to her breast, cupping it again.
He could stand it no longer and sucked her nipple into his mouth after bending down to get at her.
She gasped and arched her back, threading her fingers through his hair.
“Brooks!” was whispered and he loved hearing his name on her lips.
Switching to the other breast, he sucked her pink delicious nipple into his mouth, trying his best to memorize the feeling of her there.
Then he lifted his head and kissed her mouth again. She was panting and her breasts rubbed against his chest, over and over, making him want to groan at the feel of her touching him.
Lifting her in his arms, he walked across the room and placed her on the bed, before pulling off his knee-high boots and unbuttoning the front falls of his breeches, letting them fall down his legs.
She bit her lip and her eyes looked over every inch of him, and when they stopped on his cock, her hand went to her throat again.
“Oh, my.” Brooks grinned and climbed on the bed with her, “Oh my? My love. Are you worried?”
She gave a small nod, and he kissed her softly, “We will go slow. I promise you.”
She looked up at him with such trust in her honey eyes that he kissed her again, and then gently ran his fingers down her body.
“Are you ready for me?” and she nodded again, and when he ran his finger down over her mound and over her sex, the wetness coating his finger made him groan.
Parting her legs softly, he climbed between them and placed his cock at her opening.
“I have heard the first time hurts a little, but I will do my best to take the pain away.”
