Page 61 of The Bloodfeather Promise
She’s in my mouth, those hard, sweet buds of temptation bursting on my tongue like the ripest of fruit. I roll. Bite. Lick. Suck. Transferring attention from one peak to the other, I’m desperate to get as much as I can of her. Terrified she might call this off, although her hands clench in my hair and her cries of passion fill my ears.
A descent down her body using my lips and tongue begins. The blood thumps in my head with all the savagery of a war cry. I force myself to slow down. To savor and relish everything about this moment.
The initial onslaught of our frenzied response eases a bit. Taking deep breaths, I concentrate on the silkiness of her skin, the softness of her stomach, and the little dip right above her bellybutton. When I lean back, the tattoo on her hip beckons.
“You drove me crazy tonight with this. A mystery to be solved.” I trace it with a gentle finger, brushing the lines and touching the tiny drop of red blood. “What does it mean, sweetheart?”
Emerson swallows, her hands still caressing my hair, her fingers running through it with sweet urgency. “It’s a bloodfeather.”
“I don’t even know what that is, but it’s beautiful. It fits you. Soft, delicate. Alive,” I murmur, fascinated by the realistic lines. And jealous, too, because someone inked her flesh. Someone leaned close to her right here, their breath chasing over the design etched into her skin. They had to. Obtaining such feathery precision could not be accomplished without close contact.
“It’s a promise. A new beginning.” She meets my eyes, unblinking. “A reminder I will not stop loving even when it hurts.”
My heart melts. Thaws like winter snow in the summer sun. Leaning down, I press my lips against the tattoo, tracing it with my mouth as I did with my fingers. I’m addicted to the way she trembles beneath me. “I’ll never hurt you, Emerson. You know that, right?”
There is the slightest hesitation before she answers me. “Yes.”
I move slightly, kissing the top of her mound, dipping my tongue along the crease there. Gathering the nectar of her body until she arches beneath me with a cry of delight. I don’t stop. I continue, pushing her legs wider, opening her to me, until I can fully taste her. My fingers find their way into her core, and my head swims because I want her too much. Her arousal is evident, but still, she’s so tight. So snug. So constricted that I involuntarily groan, thinking how I’m going to fit inside her. My tongue laps at her heated flesh, never letting up until she moans and words fall from her lips in a dazed litany.
It’s my name she’s helplessly calling over and over.
Rising from the bed, I leave her limp and heaving for breath. My shorts are stripped off, a condom grabbed from the drawer of the bedside table and rolled into place, then I’m back to her. She welcomes me with a shy smile. Her arms wrap around me, her legs bracketing my hips as I notch my cock within her heat.
“I’ve dreamed of this. Of you.” With each word I kiss her, nibbling her lips.
She sighs with pleasure. “I have, too. For so long, Greyson. You’ll never know…” A little quiver overtakes her voice. She’s holding back some kind of emotion I know I won’t ever understand.
“Shh,” I whisper as I prepare to invade her. “Shh, sweetheart. It’s all right. I’m here now. And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything in my life. You are perfect. So beautiful. An angel.”
The feel of her body squeezing mine so tight is no doubt what a heart attack must feel like. I’m sucked into rich, velvety depths, her pulse beating against me with hummingbird wing rapidness. Her breath catches in her throat when I finally slide all the way in, bottoming out, my arms shaking as I hold myself above her. Explaining what is happening to me is not even remotely possible.
I’m owned. I’m entranced. I’m captured. I’m home.
“Jesus Christ, Emerson…” I choke out, forcing my body to hold still. I relish every delectable sensation. It’s almost too much.
Emerson raises up, kissing me with frantic entreaty. “Greyson… Greyson… please don’t stop. Dear God, don’t stop.”
Her legs come up, wrapping about my waist, and I cannot hold back any further. I sink into her and withdraw. Sink and withdraw. Again and again, until the hurricane roars in and destroys us both.
Holding her hands above her head, my body constantly surges into hers until the world stops. We are thrown over the edge of eternity. I come inside her, she comes around me, and we are everything to each other. Our heartbeats meld together, our souls meeting halfway. Our lives have changed forever in this perfect moment, and I’m dazed by a revelation. I won’t let her go. Not now. Not ever. Not after this.
After all this time, I’ve found her.
