Page 13 of Clash Of Worlds

“I like the sound of that,” I teased him, giving him a bright smile.

“Ready to make history?”

I knew he was referring to this whole uniting deal, and it was big, but this was also history for him and I. He didn’t think he would ever find his perfect match, and me, well, I didn’t think a man was out there who could twist me into knots like he did.

~ Chapter Eight ~

Trevor

I stared at her, as she stood before the bed in nothing but a white, sexy, negligée. To say the last two weeks were crazy and insane, would be an understatement.

Sure, there had been dates, moments of time to get to know this smart, beautiful, spell binding, and enchanting siren, all which did nothing to dimmer the inflation and obsession I had with her.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, taking her hand and placing it on my chest.

Fuck, that statement alone had me almost dropping to my knees.

I wasn’t sure what I ever did to deserve her, but I knew I would do everything in my power to keep her.

“And you’re mine.” She slid her hands up over my pecs, over my shoulders, and then wrapped them around my neck, drawing me closer. Her lips captured mine and though I would love to have discussed the beautiful wedding and amazing receptionand how she managed to plan it all, her lips, her body, her very heart, were demanding all I had to give, and believe me, I was okay with that.

My arms encircled her waist, pressing her even tighter against me. With ease, I lifted her up, grinning into the kiss as her legs wrapped around my hips and laid her back on the bed. I broke the intense kiss, trailing my lips along her jaw, her shoulder, pulling the thin strap away.

“Do you want to know the first thing I thought when I saw you?” I asked as I moved my lips to the other side, taking that strap down as well.

“What?”

“What would really happen if I found the darkest corner of the house and tasted every inch of you. I didn’t want anything beyond that.” With that, I leaned down, swirling my tongue around a dark nipple, slowly drawing into my mouth.

She arched up, her fingers entangling in my hair as she moaned.

“You do know you can do that now. Whenever you like?”

“Oh, believe me Siren, I know. The band on my finger that matches yours says I can.” I tugged hard on her nipple, loving how she gasped at that. “Huh, like a little pain, I see.”

“Always brings more pleasure.”

“I must show you all my goodies back home.” I gave her a wink as I worked the material over her legs and then tossed it aside. “Holy shit,” I whispered as I settled between her legs. She had nothing on and was wet and waiting for me.

“These past weeks, all the teasing and foreplay, please end it for me.” Her moan was music to my ears and her breathless pleas had me harder than ever.

“It’s been torture for me too.”

And it had.

That was no lie.

Since we had gotten engaged and broke the news, she might have been sleeping in my bed, might have kissed and cuddled me every night, but I wasn’t going to touch her till tonight. She didn’t like it, but I would make this night, this moment, as special as I could.

And being totally honest, touching, tasting, and having my way with her was my only goal right now.

I watched her as I peppered kisses along her thighs before pushing her legs wider, then threw them over my shoulders. I spread her lips, inhaling her scent and shivered at the sweetness there.

This would always be my heaven; she would always be my saving grace. How I knew that after such a short time, I didn’t know, but being with her, it felt right, perfect even.

I kept my eyes locked on her as I slid my tongue over her, smirking as her fingers dug into my hair and a pure cry of pleasure erupted from her lips.

Yup, my heaven indeed.

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