Page 92 of To Have and To Hold

He lifted my chin. “To be reborn, you must die. It’s dangerous.”

“Don’t die, Em.” Despite the menacing tattoo, I leaned forward and licked the fangs and tongue. When I looked up at Em, I grinned. “I’ve tasted the venom. I’m now immune.”

He reached for my chin. “I’m jumping into the ocean. If you don’t want that, tell me now.”

I reached for the button on my slacks and unfastened it before lowering the zipper. As I shimmied out of my slacks, I watched in fascination as Em unbuttoned his blue jeans. The sound of his zipper lowering caused my breath to hitch.

However, it was the sight of his hips and the way his torso slimmed into a V that caused me to forget to take the next breath. A trail of dark hair led below the band of his boxer briefs that contained what romance books had told me was a penis—considering the size of the bulge beneath the silk, a very large penis.

My slacks, his blue jeans, and most of our clothing found its way to the floor below. Without thought, I nibbled on my lower lip. Em’s smile turned devilish as his gaze zeroed in on my lower lip.

“I told you what I would do if you continued to bite that lip.”

Before I could respond, he came toward me, pushing me against the soft mattress, and I yelped.

“You bit me.”

His dark gaze shimmered. “I did. That lip tastes pretty good. I wonder how the rest of you tastes.”

My mind and body disconnected in some sort of out-of-body experience as Em moved his lips down my body. A nip here and a kiss there. The sensations were too many and too unfamiliar. Pleasure grew like the increasing pressure beneath a volcano. Words were uttered and others shouted as I gave in to the control Em had taken of my body.

By the time he looped his long fingers under the waistband of my panties, my mind was melted goo. As he brought his mouth to my core, the pressure exceeded anything I’d ever felt. Like the volcano, I erupted. Nerve endings sparked throughout my nervous system. I dug my fingernails into the satin sheets as my body shuddered and moisture filled my core.

Thoughts weren’t processing as every touch was magnified. The lightest kiss was electrified. I lifted my head, wondering why we’d left the lights on. As my properly trained mind tried to tell me this was wrong—too intimate—I became engrossed at the sight of my husband lapping at my core. From my angle, I could only see his jet-black hair. The sensations and sounds filled the blanks in my imagination.

As the pressure returned, I reached for his face, pulling him toward me. “Em, take me.”

His brown eyes turned black with desire as his lips captured mine. I realized the new taste on his tongue was me. It was different, but not in a bad way. Our tongues danced as he shimmied out of his boxer briefs.

For a second, I froze at the length of the hardened cock against my stomach.

With his elbows on each side of my face, Em kissed my nose. “Look at me, Isabella.”

I brought my gaze to his.

“Do you want to see my cock? Do you want to touch it?”

I shook my head. “I mean, I do. But not right now. If I see it, I’m afraid I’ll worry it won’t fit.”

His smile lifted his cheeks. “It will fit.”

“Okay.” Lifting my knees, I braced myself.

Em’s thumb came to my cheek, rubbing and caressing. He stared deep into my eyes. “Breathe, beautiful.”

I inhaled as his instructions reminded me of that first day at the apartments.

“Keep breathing.”

A whimper escaped me as my core constricted at the invasion. My body stiffened.

“Do you want to stop?” Em asked.

I shook my head. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted it to be over.

“I love you, Izzy. I want this to be good between us.” He pushed deeper and resumed the caressing of my cheek. “I’m so damn lucky that you came to San Diego. You’re the woman I’ve waited for. I didn’t even know I was waiting, but I was.”

I gasped as he pushed deeper.

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