Page 71 of Awakening

“I love how responsive you are to me,” he says against the wetness of my folds right before circling my clit with his tongue. My back arches and my chest heaves as I pray that he’ll allow me the relief of release soon. “I’ll never get enough of you.” I groan when he abruptly removes his tongue from the eager bud, only to cry out again when it’s replaced by his massaging fingers as his tongue dives deep within. My arms fly out to my sides, slamming down hard on his desk, reaching for anything I can grasp, but finding nothing.

He's relentless in his pursuit of my orgasm. I try to raise up, and reach for his soft hair, but he pushes me back down. I have to resort to pulling my own hair at my roots just to keep myself from flailing all over his desk as my legs start to tremble and tension builds in my core. My head rolls from side to side while indecipherable sounds leave my mouth as my orgasm overwhelms me, and Ethan persists, taking everything from me that he can. As I do my best to calm my breathing, he continues placing sweet kisses on my inner thighs.

Rising from his knees, he goes to the couch next to his desk and retrieves a plush blanket. Sitting in his chair and rolling toward me, he gently takes my hands and pulls me to an upright position, stands, and wraps the blanket around my shoulders. He then kisses me as he brushes my hair out of my face.

“There are guards outside the front of the house who could look through the windows,” he says, ensuring I’m completely covered by the blanket. “I meant what I said. I don’t share. This body is for my eyes only.” He then lifts me from his desk into his arms. “I’m taking you upstairs to fuck you until you know just exactly how much I fucking love you.”

Thoroughly exhausted, I drape my arms around his neck, and rest my head against his strong shoulder. He places the occasional kiss to my forehead, but we’re otherwise silent as he climbs the stairs. Once we reach our bedroom, he lowers me to the center of the bed, uncovers me, and spreads the blanket out around me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “I can’t believe how close I came to losing you for good.”

Something happened here today.

“Ethan,” I say, intending to ask more questions about why he appeared to be so upset when I came home, but I’m silenced as he stands and lifts his shirt over his head. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the literal perfection that is his body. His masculinity would bring me to my knees, if I had the strength to stand. With his steel blue eyes locked on mine, he removes his pants and boxer briefs. As hard as I may try, I can’t keep my gaze from landing on his hardened erection. My lips part as I contemplate how one man could end up so blessed. When my eyes finally return to his handsome face, he’s grinning.

He climbs onto the bed and hovers over me. “Do you like what you see?” he asks, then kisses down my neck toward the highly sensitive spot.

“Yes,” I say, widening my legs to accommodate his hips.

“Good.” He sucks the sensitive skin of my neck into his mouth, and I moan out as he slides into me, filling me completely. I have to focus on relaxing as I adjust to his size, but once he starts to move all I feel is pleasure washing over me, and I tighten my legs around his hips.

Sex with him last night and this morning was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, but this is different in a whole new, incredible way. His kiss is deeper. His moves are slower, more deliberate. He doesn’t take his eyes off of mine, and he touches every inch of my body that he can get his hands on.

“You know how our love feels now. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper as the all-consuming pleasure builds in my core again.

“I knew I could get it to come back to you,” he says. “I just had to show you how it feels.” He brings his mouth to mine in another deep kiss. He has a way of kissing me that shows me he’s the one in control, but that his sole mission is to make me feel completely loved.

I want to make him feel the way he makes me feel. As he pulls his lips from mine, I eye his tattoo that matches mine, and I begin kissing my way down his neck until I reach the area of skin where the mark resides. Just kissing the area alone makes him groan as his weight on my body suddenly becomes heavier.

He moans as he quickens his pace while I continue kissing the area. The friction of his body within mine has me unraveling so fast my head spins. Just as I come completely undone, I suck the skin of his neck into my mouth hard as I ride out my release. He growls into my ear and I feel his body stiffen as he releases inside me. He collapses, only holding his weight off of me by leaning on one elbow. Taking my chin in his hand, he brings my mouth to his again. His lips are soft, and his kiss is loving and satisfied.

Rolling off of me, he pulls me into his body, and wraps me up in his arms as he kisses the top of my head. “I love you, Olivia. You’re everything to me.” He raises my chin so that my lips meet his again. “Tell me again,” he says with a grin.

Looking into the depths of his eyes, I say, “I love you, Ethan.”

He smiles again. “Those are the best words to ever come out of your mouth.”

I smile as I tighten my arms around him and snuggle into his chest. We both lie in silence as we recover and our breathing calms.

“Ethan?”

“Hmm?” he asks as he caresses my back.

“Please tell me what happened today. Why were you upset?”

He’s quiet for a moment, but then he nods and kisses the top of my head. “I know who was driving the car that hit you. It was Ian.”

I still for a moment. “How do you know?”

“Lance, my head of security, collected video surveillance from surrounding businesses. I saw the video.” His body tightens within my arms. “It was bad, Olivia. It was so bad.”

Oh, dear God. No wonder he seems traumatized. I sit up and face him, placing my palm on his cheek. “Ethan, why would you watch that? Are you okay?”

“I had to see it for myself. I had to know what happened to you. It could have been so much worse than amnesia, Olivia. For our baby, it was.”

“Oh, Ethan.” I lie down and pull him to me. He buries his face in my neck and I feel dampness trickle down my shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” I say. He pulls away, lying on his back and swiping his arm across his eyes. “Ethan, it’s okay to show emotion with me. You don’t have to be the strong alpha man all the time.” He looks over at me and gives me a small smile, then pulls me into his chest. “What can I do?” I ask.

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