Page 9 of The Firefighter's Claim
"We'll fit," I promise her, lowering myself to her again. "I'll make sure of it."
I kiss her throat, her collarbone, working my way down to her breasts. They're lush and heavy in my hands, spilling over my palms. I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, then with more pressure as she arches beneath me.
"Dagger," she gasps, her hands flying to my hair, holding me to her.
I lavish attention on each breast in turn, nipping and sucking until she's squirming beneath me. Only then do I continue my journey downward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her soft stomach.
She tenses, trying to push me away. "Don't?—"
I look up at her, seeing the insecurity in her eyes. "Every inch of you," I repeat, pressing a reverent kiss to the slight swell of her belly. "Perfect."
The tension leaves her body on a shuddering exhale. I continue my path downward, spreading her thighs with gentle but insistent hands. Her sex is pink and already glistening with arousal, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"I'm going to taste you now," I tell her, maintaining eye contact. "Going to make you come on my tongue before I fuck you."
Her moan is answer enough. I lower my mouth to her center, giving her one long, slow lick from entrance to clit. She bucks beneath me, a cry tearing from her throat.
"That's it, baby," I encourage, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. "Let me hear you."
I devour her like a starving man, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, her hands fisted in the sheets. She tastes like heaven—sweet and tangy and addictive.
"So good," I murmur against her flesh. "So perfect. My girl."
The possessive endearment makes her whimper. I slide one finger into her tight heat, then a second, curling them to find the spot that makes her see stars.
"Dagger, please," she begs, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers.
"Please what, baby? Tell me what you need."
"Make me come," she whispers, her inhibitions falling away in the face of pleasure. "Please make me come."
I double my efforts, sucking her clit between my lips while my fingers work inside her. She shatters with a cry, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers, her thighs squeezing my head. I work her through it, easing only when her body goes limp with satisfaction.
Crawling back up her body, I kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. "Beautiful," I tell her. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."
Her eyes are hazy with pleasure, but they sharpen as she feels my erection pressing against her thigh. Surprisingly bold, she reaches between us to wrap her fingers around my length.
"I want you inside me," she says, her voice husky with desire.
I nearly lose it at her words. Reaching into the nightstand, I grab a condom, tearing it open with my teeth. Her hands push mine away, taking the condom and rolling it onto my length with careful movements that make my jaw clench with restraint.
Positioning myself at her entrance, I brace my weight on one forearm while the other hand cups her face. "Look at me," I command softly. "I want to see your eyes when I make you mine."
She obeys, those brown eyes locking onto mine as I push forward slowly, giving her body time to adjust to my size. The sensation is exquisite torture—her heat enveloping me inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate me.
"Fuck," I groan when I'm fully seated within her. "You feel perfect. Made for me."
She wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me impossibly deeper. "Move," she urges. "Please move."
I establish a rhythm, starting slow and deep, watching her face for signs of discomfort. There are none—only pleasure, her lips parted, eyes half-lidded but still locked on mine.
"My girl," I growl, increasing the pace. "Mine."
"Yours," she agrees, the word falling from her lips like a confession.
The single word snaps my control. I pound into her, harder and faster, driven by the need to claim, to mark, to possess. She meets me thrust for thrust, her nails digging half-moons into my shoulders.
"Touch yourself," I command, feeling my own release building. "Make yourself come on my cock."
