Page 54 of The Fighter who Needed Me
Brooks
Whitechapel, England March 1814
Kissing Persephone this time was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was everything he had been missing.
His soul repaired itself as he kissed her, his heart healed from the shattered remnants it had been.
He could feel himself becoming whole and he kissed his wife like his life depended on it.
She kissed him back just as fiercely and when her hands roamed down his back, his cock jumped and grew in his breeches.
He groaned into her kiss and he pulled her over to the mat he was just on, laying her back on it, and knowing he could not wait to get her upstairs to their bed.
She whimpered when he stopped kissing her and tried to pull his lips back to hers, “I have to taste you, please. It has been too long since I have had you.”
She nodded and Brooks ripped the flimsy nightgown she was wearing right down the center, popping buttons and hearing them fly everywhere, but not giving a single fuck.
He gently held her breast to his mouth, where he suckled her nipple. She arched under him and cried out his name as he switched to the neglected breast.
“I have missed your taste.”
She gave a breathy moan and he kissed down her ribs, down to the navel and to the soft downy curls there. He nuzzled those with his nose and then spread her legs wide and licked her folds.
She held onto his hair and he raised her hips higher to his mouth, sucking and licking all over, getting the wetness there that had come from her.
He stuck his tongue inside her as deep as he could and then licked back up to her nub and suckled that.
Making her cry out as he did, and she grabbed his hair harder.
He kept that nub in his mouth, sucking and flicking until she screamed his name and fell back to the mat, panting.
He unbuttoned his breeches and pushed them off his hips and, with her nod and heat in her eyes, he pushed inside her tight sheath.
Her eyes rolled back, and he held in the noise that wanted to come out of his mouth at being joined again.
“Move, Brooks. I need you. Hard.”
He did as he was told, pulling out and then pushing back in, her wetness leaking from her and coating his cock in it and hearing the sounds their joining made was nothing short of wonderful.
He fucked her hard, and fast, getting deep inside her and staying there.
And then pulling her legs up around his waist and leaning back, the angle deeper and hitting her in all the right spots.
She had her fingers clutching his chest and when he would hit a certain spot inside her, she would dig her fingernails into him, making him fuck her all the harder.
He needed to see her come again, to feel her milk him for everything he was worth.
She was starting to clench and unclench, making him want to moan and when he rubbed her nub softly as he got in deep, she screamed and fell apart in his arms, and her sheath clenched so hard on him, he finally had no choice but to let go of his orgasm.
He came in hot sticky waves and buried it deep inside her, hoping that someday soon she would become round and full with his child.
He collapsed to his elbows on top of her and it was all he could do to just pull in a breath.
She was nuzzling his chest and kissing it and he pulled her tight to him.
He felt how cold the salon was now that he was not working the bag and he did not want her to be cold.
He pulled out of her heat, and groaned at the loss, and pulled his breeches back on, but leaving them unbuttoned.
