Page 58 of Taming His Honeydoll
Chapter 14
Emma was drowning ina sea of molten fire, her body going up in flames as Sawyer once more picked her up and laid her back on the bed, his hungry gaze raking over every inch of her. Then he leaned down. Her mocking words had unleashed the Kraken was an incongruous thought that drifted through her mind.
His hands, tongue, and lips were everywhere, the wisps of lacy fabric discarded to the floor. His considerable length and girth were between her thighs, a rock-hard reminder of where it soon would be. She couldn’t wait—she needed him like she needed air to breathe. It had been far too long.
Any embarrassment she’d suffered at this point drifted away on the tide of passion that quickly obliterated every thought and left her submitting to the mastery that was Sawyer. She’d dreamed about this moment for so long. With his mouth on her breasts and his fingers manipulating that tiny bud in her private area, she screamed as the first release hit her hard.
Their first time together had been gentle and sweet, but this time she could feel the tremendous power of his passion claiming her, slowly, inch by inch until her entire body was pinned and trembling.
Fully impaled, she stared up at him, her heart so full that tears leaked down her face. “Make me yours,” she whispered, reaching up and biting his lip as he studied her face.
“Are you hurting?” he asked gruffly, licking one of her tears away as he lowered himself onto her body, his hands on either side of her head.
“No,” she sobbed, thrusting her hips up. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He lifted up then, supporting himself with his muscled arms and began that rhythm that set her heart galloping. She clung to his arms, her hips thrusting up to meet him. Every time he withdrew, she couldn’t wait for him to move into her again. The sight of his impaling her with each thrust made her sob softly with joy. He was hers—she was his. It was beautiful.
When it came, the ecstasy was so pure, so all-consuming that Emma screamed and shuddered, her vaginal column clenching him hard as he threw his head back and roared his pleasure. She lost all track of time as her body shuddered in the aftermath, the tears wetting her hair on the pillow.
“I’ve got you at last, honeydoll,” he said thickly, rolling her into him and cuddling her as she shook from the force of her emotions. “Nothing will ever keep us apart again.”
“It’s about damned time,” she sobbed into the column of his throat. “I’ve missed you so much, Sawyer. You can’t possibly imagine.”
“I think I can,” he replied, his voice gruff. “If it’s half as much as I missed you, then we’ve both been suffering the fires of Hell for our choices.”
After their breathing quieted and they lay there savoring the moment, Emma finally ventured to speak. “You wanted to know why I didn’t tell you about the baby.”
His arms tightened around her but he didn’t say anything.
“I was so angry and devastated when you left me that when I found out I was pregnant, I decided you didn’t deserve to know about it,” she confessed. “And I guess, in some twisted way, I felt that if I couldn’t have you, then you couldn’t have any part of me.”
She sat up, disentangling his arms as she went to look him in the face. “You were right about me being young and inexperienced. I was under the youthful illusion that love conquers all, but that isn’t always the case. I knew I loved you and I couldn’t accept that you could love me and then leave me like that. Love isn’t supposed to work that way. It left me bitter and disillusioned, and most of all, determined that you would never know.”
Sawyer sat up then his eyes gentle as he took her hands in his.
“But then you found out about Levi, and my biggest fear was that you would try to take him away from me,” she added, tears forming in her eyes once again. “I didn’t trust you.”
He played with her fingers as he searched her face. “And now?” he asked softly.
“And now I’m really sorry for what I did. You weren’t trying to hurt me when you left, you were trying to help me. Iwantedto hurt you though,” she confessed. “That was wrong of me and I put you into the same hell I was in when I married Henry. I realize now that it didn’t have to be that way, but my insecurities took over. I’m a long way from perfect, Sawyer, but I promise I’ll try not to be so impulsive and leap to conclusions going forward.”
He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “You’re perfect for me, honeydoll, even when you’re being a brat.”
She stared up at him, biting her lip nervously. “C-Can we get the spanking over with now that I’ve confessed? Waiting makes me nervous, and when I get nervous, I get nauseous.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Here?”
“I-It’s only six spanks, how bad can it be?”
