Page 71 of His Wild Storm
My. Name.
Fuck.
It’s a heady feeling.
Being her safety. Bringing her pleasure. Bolstering her freedom.
I run my tongue up and down her soaked slit before plunging it inside of her pussy. I lap at her, groaning at how fucking good she tastes while my grip on her body tightens. She doesn’t try and move away, but that doesn’t do anything to lessen the need to hold her in place.
Hold her right where I want her.
“Knox,” she moans, her hips jolting as I run my tongue up to her clit and circle her pulsing bundle of nerves.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, my tongue lashing it as I do, has her panting and moaning as her fingers curl into bedding she’s laid out on. I keep my eyes on her face, watching as bliss smooths her features and pink covers her skin.
She’s so damn beautiful, I almost can’t believe she’s mine.
When my teeth scrape against her clit, she screams, and her thighs shake as an orgasm overtakes her. Fucking gorgeous. Best thing I’ve ever witnessed.
After releasing her clit, I lap at her, wanting more of her taste on my tongue. Then I’m crawling up her body, loving how she can barely move her limbs while her chest rises and falls rapidly as she huffs out her breaths.
My arm hooks around her waist, my hand splaying open at the small of her back, and I use my grip to move her away from the edge of the bed and toward the middle. She’s like a rag doll which causes me to grin and feel like I want to pound my chest with pure fucking male pride.
I did that.
I made my woman’s limbs feel weak and like they’re not her own.
She giggles, her blue eyes sparkling as she looks at me, finally coming back to herself. “Love you,” she mouths the words more than says them, but it doesn’t lessen their impact.
I feel them.
I feel her love.
My greatest hope is she can feel the same, and Wilde can feel it as well.
Haven’s hands slide up over my shoulders and around to my back as I settle over her. I use my forearms to ensure I don’t crush her as we stare at each other. When our mouths meet it’s because we both move at the same time, both of us craving the other, both of us needing the connection.
Our kiss turns heated as I shift my weight to one side so I’m able to reach between us and guide my cock toward her entrance. The moment her warmth kisses the tip of my dick, I thrust forward and bury myself to the hilt.
Her gasp of pleasure has my heart pounding against the inside of my ribcage. The way her legs come up to grip my hips makes it feel like she never wants any space between our bodies. I pull away from her lips to bury my face in the crook of her neck, needing a moment so I don’t fill her with my cum too soon.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl before taking a deep breath of her berries and sunshine scent. It helps to ground me, but it also has me wanting to fuck her hard and fast until she’s screaming my name. Her pussy clenches around my shaft and I grit out, “Do it again.”
She does and it snaps something inside of me. I start to move, slowly pulling out of her and loving the way my cock drags against her walls, and then slamming my hips forward to fill her again. It’s a dance with a tempo that feels frantic and primal. I don’t let up, my movements faster as my thrusts become harder.
Haven digs her nails into my shoulders and the wild part of me hopes she leaves crescent shaped marks behind. Badges of honor. Proof of our love.
I’ll wear them with pride. Fuck, I’d be tempted to have them memorialized by having them tattooed in place permanently. A memory. A reminder.
“Knox,” she gasps, “yes, just like that.”
“I’ve got you, little storm,” I push the words past my clenched jaw which makes them sound garbled and on the edge of nonsense.
But she hears them. She understands.
Her hips move to meet mine, spurring me on as we both chase the bliss that is right there. So close. So fucking close.
“I need you to come all over my cock,” I murmur. “Show me how good it feels to have me filling up your sweet pussy.”
