Page 181 of If You Claim Me
I skim the curve of his bottom lip with gentle fingers. “I suppose it depends on how villainous you’re feeling.”
He rolls over on top of me, legs bracketing mine as he props himself on one elbow and trickles his fingers slowly along my neck, over my breast, skimming my nipple before drifting lower. “Scale of one to ten?” His voice is all gravel.
“I think you’re already at an eleven?”
“Maybe even a twelve.” He sucks my bottom lip.
I hook my leg over his as he presses into my hot sex and his erection slides over my stomach. “That’s quite the evil mood.”
“You want it to be memorable, remember?” He shifts, one thigh settling between mine, and his lips find the edge of my jaw. “Close your eyes for me, please.”
“I want to see you,” I admit.
“In a bit.” He lifts his head, steel eyes meeting mine. “I want your sweet moans of surprise filling the room. I missed them.”
“Kiss me first?” I ask.
“Of course, darling.”
My eyes flutter closed as he slants his mouth over mine, tongue soft, each stroke light and languid. I want more of his weight on me, more of his skin pressed against mine. I try to pull him down, rub myself against his thigh, but it’s not enough. And of course he knows it.
He breaks the kiss and presses his lips against each eyelid—a reminder to keep them closed—and the most delicious torment begins. Soft lips on my skin, fingers trailing, thigh pressing against me, the head of his cock wet against my stomach.
He works his way down my body, so soft and sweet until he shocks me with a sharp press of teeth. I shove my hands in his hair and gasp, then moan when he follows with intense suction and featherlight fingers brushing along the top of my thigh.
“So mean,” I groan.
“The meanest,” he agrees, his lips dancing lightly over the skin below my navel.
He shifts and presses my thighs open, his deep groan making the muscles below my waist clench. I open my eyes as his palms smooth up the inside of my thighs, his face a mask of dark desire.
His gaze lifts to mine. “Such a pretty, soft cunt.” His thumbs brush over sensitive skin. My whimper curls his lip in satisfaction. “Should I fuck you with my fingers first, darling?” He eases a single one inside, stroking the place that makes me moan before he withdraws.
He sucks his finger clean on a deep groan. “I think I’m hungry.” Connor’s lust-darkened eyes stay fixed on mine as he drops his head and licks up the length of me, laving my clit before he swirls his tongue.
I can’t take my eyes off him as he devours me. Needy, wet sounds fill the room.
He adjusts our position, dragging me down the bed until I can see our reflection in the full-length mirror.
I slide my fingers into his hair, gripping the strands. “Such a wicked mouth.”
“Such a sweet, tempting cunt.” He loops his arms around my thighs and holds me open, fucking me with his tongue, lapping at me, sucking and biting, keeping me on the edge, and just as I’m about to tip over, he blankets me with his body and fills me in one smooth stroke.
And I come, body shaking, his name breathed across my lips. He presses me into the mattress, the weight of him the only thing tethering me to Earth. “I missed you so much.”
Nothing compares to being connected to him like this, and now that I have him back, I don’t ever want to let him go again.
“I know. I’m sorry. I missed you, too. I’ll never do that to us again.” He frames my face with his palms. “I love you.”
“Say it again,” I whisper.
He rolls his hips. “I love you.” Soft brush of lips. “Endlessly.”
“I love you, too,” I murmur.
Each time he whispers those words, they heal the fractures in my heart. He’s mine, and I’m his.
I come again in crashing waves of bliss, and Connor comes with me, both of us full of love and hope, and the possibilities of the future.
