Page 55 of Tempest

Her hand finds the top of my head, pushing it back where she wants it as she cries out one single word that sends my own head spinning.

“Forever.”

Seconds later, she shatters, and I savor every ounce of it, my fingers tight on her thighs holding her close.

Forever. Just like I’d hoped.

Standing, I flip her over to her stomach.

“On your knees, pumpkin. Ass in the air, arms stretched out in front of you.” She obeys, and I collect the last remnants from her pussy, spreading them over my cock so we both shine with it. I’d love to wrap her hair around my fist while I ride her, but she’s fragile enough about it and that’s not the sort of damage I want to cause her right now.

I want to cause the kind that makes every other man insignificant. Boring and underwhelming. I want to make this an experience she can’t get over, so that she’ll be willing to come back for more. I want her body to beg her mind and her heart for more of me. Hell yes, I’m laying claim to Odette Quinn. She doesn’t have to accept that yet, but she will. I can wait a little longer, it’s already been twenty fucking years, after all.

Lining my cock up to her, I push in without warning. My mind screams mine, mine, mine, as Odette moans my name. I want to punish her for making me wait so long. But it’s me who takes the lesson. Me who learns with every drag against her clenching pussy what I could have had before now if I’d been stronger. Braver. Wiser.

We should have had this before. Her clawing at the sheets of her impossibly large bed, me gripping her ass, spreading it wide so I can see myself enter her.

“Fuck, Gavin. That’s…it’s so…fuck.”

I climb over her, my knees on either side of her ass, still pounding into her as I lean over. Pressing kisses across her shoulder and up her neck to her ear. “Good?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you want to come again?”

“Need,” she gasps. “Need to. Oh, fuck.”

Snaking an arm under her breasts to hold her to me, I roll us over so I’m on my back. I pump into her, moving my fingers to play with her clit. She’s so sensitive she instinctively tries to squirm away from them before huffing and pushing herself against them to get what she needs. Her arm raises above her head, finding my curls again as she crashes through another orgasm.

“You’re a hair puller,” I whisper. “I like that.”

“Oh god, sorry.”

“Don’t fucking be, keep doing it,” I demand, then reposition us again. I prop her head and shoulders on pillows before I kneel between her legs, taking another taste of her. “It is fucking cinnamon. Taste for yourself.”

Wrapping my fingers around her wrists, I stretch our arms above our heads and seal my mouth to hers. She strains to meet me, again trying to match my energy, but she’s worn out already. Still, I won’t go easy on her just yet.

She wants feral oblivion. I widen her legs with my knees and slam back into her. I swallow her gasps and moans, but I don’t stop. I release one of her arms and immediately she’s yanking at my hair, pulling my head back so we stare at each other while I fuck her with abandon. Sweat beads at the apple of her cheeks, and I lap it up.

“I’ve miss…” she starts, biting her lip to keep the rest of the words inside.

I’ve missed it, too, my head screams while my body threatens to rebel if it doesn’t get what it wants soon. My hips push into her, finding the right spot that makes her eyes roll back. Yeah, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed this connection; the physical one and the one far less obvious.

I’ve missed the way she clenches around my cock and the way she pushes her gorgeous tits against me. I’ve missed the way she stares up at me in awe, like I’m some fucking immortal god.

I’ve missed how one look from her is enough to make me feel like I could conquer cities, countries, and worlds with just my two bare hands. Most of all, I’ve missed the affection that I still see there. It’s all I need, a spark that I can nurture into an inferno.

Some hope.

With that in my heart, I rear up and fuck her ferally now.

“You’re going to come with me and those haunting eyes of yours do not leave mine. Do you understand? They don’t fucking leave mine.” She nods, her sight a little glazed over but she does as she’s told. I thumb her clit, so lightly, barely a touch, and her body levitates off the bed, her lashes shuttering. “Odette.”

“Sorry, sorry. Fuck, Gavin, I’m so close.”

“Come, Ode,” I get the coarse words out as I feel the first stream leave me and enter her. Her body shudders, and she fights to keep her eyes open as I empty into her, and she takes everything I have to offer while she gives me the same. No, there’s no way I’m not laying claim to this woman. There’s something indelible between us that couldn’t be erased by even time. She’s completely spent, the only part of her moving is her chest still heaving to regulate breath. “Stay put.”

I head back into the bathroom to clean up, and get a warm washcloth and the lotion to combat muscle fatigue. After gently cleaning up Odette, I sit behind her and start rubbing the lotion in at her neck and shoulders.

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