Page 84 of Embracing the Change

So…very…deep.

I whimpered and arched into the sensations, into Jamie.

Jamie.

In my bed.

In my life.

Soon to be in me.

At what I was thinking, feeling, I fisted my hands in his hair, and he growled animalistically, and as such delightfully, when I pulled his head back and claimed his beautiful mouth.

I was so lost in my feelings for him, in what he was doing to my body, what I could finally do to his, all we were sharing, I wasn’t close to cognizant of any of our fierce, blistering, uncontrollable acts. The strokes. The nips. The scratches. The draws. The violently desperate disposal of clothing.

The ruthless kisses (Jamie’s).

The intoxicating licks (mine).

The ravenous bites (both of ours).

Though I did come to when Jamie positioned me on my back, pushed my thighs apart, then sunk between them, and his mouth clamped on me.

Good Lord.

I cupped a hand on his head as he laved, moaning, “Honey.”

“Precisely,” he grunted into my flesh, a wave of heat scorching over me at his word, the feel of it, even if I didn’t know if he was claiming that endearment for himself, or describing what he was tasting.

I had no more thoughts as he suckled and licked and eventually slid a finger inside, after a few strokes, making it two. He managed to make the act of going down on me voracious and gentle, loving and selfish, arrogant and generous, commanding and sweet.

It was heaven.

I was writhing under his ministrations, the fire building, blazing, consuming me beyond control.

“Jamie,” I gasped my warning.

He didn’t heed it. He sucked hard at my clit and thrust deep with his fingers, my entire body tensed, and then, I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t wait for him, I exploded, flew apart…

Combusted.

I was still climaxing, so I vaguely felt his mouth and fingers retreat, but it wasn’t vague in the slightest when I felt his cock invade.

The first stroke was sure, swift, commanding.

The king, indeed, was claiming his due.

I moaned at the feel, the stretch, the need to accommodate his size and circled him with both arms and legs.

He then did what he’d been doing from the start.

He made love to me at the same time he was fucking me.

I opened my eyes and saw only him, his rugged features having turned savage in the sex act.

He was just…

Extraordinary.

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