Page 97 of This Blood that Bonds Us
“Do you ever think about it?”
“Think what?”
“About marrying me.”
I pulled her underwear down, and she gasped.
“Yes.”
She barely got the word out as I grazed her core, and the wetness on my fingers told me she was ready for me.
“Are you sure you’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” I asked before kissing and nipping at the skin on her chest. I placed my hand at the small of her back and pressed her to me.
“Stop teasing me.”
She let out another small gasp as I ran my tongue along the curves of her breasts. I was starting to memorize her body. The curve of her hip bones and all the little marks on her skin. All the dips and the sensitive parts that made her dig her fingers into my back.
I lay her back flush on the bed so I could admire her.
“But it’s so easy.”
My lips grazed a beauty mark on her rib. A mark I’d doubt many had seen. I was the only one who she’d ever trusted enough to touch her. It made me want to be gentle and ensure she enjoyed every second.
I moved my attention to the thin white scar diagonal to her belly button. It was so faint you’d need to be close to see it. Her blood was in my veins, and her hands were in my hair. There wasn’t a universe in which I wouldn’t enjoy every breath and sigh that poured from her lips.
I licked her scar, and she shrieked, pulling me to her until I was staring into her blue eyes again. On her wrist was the mark of my own doing, barely visible in the dim light, and I kissed it.
“Tell me more about your visions of marrying me.” I lingered at the pulse in her wrist and fought the urge to bite her again.
“I . . .”
I ran my hand between her thighs.
I was getting better at self-control, but it was hard when we were naked and she inched closer every second, squirming and asking for me.Wantingme. It took everything in me not to go too fast. She deserved deliberate love.
“No words for me?”
“I want you to stay” was all she said while I moved my hand to give her the pressure she needed, and she rocked into me. “I want you to be mine.”
“I am yours.”
I plunged two fingers into her, and she gasped my name. She was already close. I was learning her body like my own, and I knew the pace she needed and where she needed more pressure and movement.
“Always.”
I curled my fingers, and she fell over the edge in seconds while I admired it all—the intimacy of our own bedroom and the feel of her orgasm as she was wrapped around my fingers. Once wasn’t enough. Ineededto give her more.
“Stay with me forever,” she said as I moved to lay on top of her and pin her to the bed. I drank in the sight of her beneath me. Vulnerable and open. My Kimberly.
I pinned her arms above her head.
“Oh, I’m here.” I slid into her, stifling every word lingering on her tongue, and placed a kiss in the corner of her mouth. “I’ll stay till you’re sick of me.”
I couldn’t look away as she writhed beneath me, her hands in mine while she moaned my name softly.
“You’re so pretty, Burns.”
With each breath, I sank into her deeper and deeper. I wanted to take my time with her. To feel every brush of her skin and the surge of euphoria when I moved within her. Now that her blood was drumming in my veins, the wildness in my blood was soothed and dormant.
