Page 52 of Forbidden Bonds
Although it’s not something we’ve really discussed, I know he’s younger than me—I’m guessing by a good five years. We’ve both lived extraordinary lives, albeit in different ways. I lack experiences that an ordinary person my age might have. And so does he.
We are beginning again together. And I like that.
His lips trail to enclose the stiff peak of one nipple. He sucks. A delectable thread of pleasure streaks straight down to my core.
And I moan.
His lips pop off, and his eyes hold mine. “I need to knot you, baby.”
Blunt. I can’t lie: the thought of him knotting me lights me up.
His eyes darken. His mouth lowers to my breast again, and he sucks greedily against the flesh. His hand slides under my gown on the left, cupping the other side, pinching my nipple, and rolling it slowly.
Another ragged exhale.
It’s over. Cohen has been taken. The world thinks I’m dead.
I’m free.
Free to be with Rhett. Free to love.
Rhett
I push the medical gown down further so I can worship her breasts. The taste of her skin and the sound of her ragged breathing are all I can focus on. It’s like I’m in the midst of a maelstrom. My need for her is all-consuming. A desperate desire to connect, to spear my flesh into hers, to knot her.
I couldn’t give a fuck where I am or that important people are standing outside the door waiting. Let them wait. Both of us have sacrificed too much to this war, but particularly Larissa.
It breaks me that she had to face that monster again.
She’s so fucking brave. She’s endured so much. I’ve seen just a few of the horrors she holds inside her mind, and know that there are so many more.
I just want to love her, to cherish her, to show her all the pleasure she deserves.
But mixed up with all these virtuous intentions is a deep-seated proprietary instinct. This extraordinary woman is mine. I need to remind her and every other motherfucker in the universe.
The gown is off. It lands in a flutter on the floor.
“You just lie there, baby. I’ll take care of this.”
I’m braced over her on the tiny, awkward medical cot, my mouth at the side of her throat, sucking against her soft skin. She still smells faintly of chemicals.
I need my scent on her, and in her, replacing it.
Her hands shake as she sinks her fingers into my hair at the back of my head, holding me to her.
I have one hand on my belt buckle, yanking it open with a jerky, impatient movement, as the other slides up her thigh until it reaches her pussy. She moans as I sink my fingers into her sopping wet heat.
My low growl shifts to a rumbly purr. “So wet for me, baby,” I whisper against her throat. “Let me fill you all up.”
My dick finally comes free as I shove my pants past my hips. I pull my fingers from her and suck them into my mouth.
Fuck, you taste so good.
I wish I could eat her out and fuck her all at once… Sometimes you have to make tough decisions. And right now, I need my dick inside her so I can have her writhing on my knot.
“Hurry,” she whispers, her small hand wrapping around my length.
My hips jerk forward. I nearly fucking come. I want to peel her fingers off and fuck her. But it’s like I’m stuck, trapped, as she moves her fingers up and down erratically.
