Page 20 of Fight Fire With Fire
Although I appreciated the sentiment behind Blake’s offer, he could have worded it better. Not only had Dawson not yet forgiven him for sending me to The Abyss without warning me about Adan’s rules but then telling me I had a home somewhere else was bound to have pricked his territorial tendencies. Leaning against my consort’s side, I murmured, “Thank you. It will be nice to stay somewhere familiar when we come for a visit.”
“Eventually,” Dawson grumbled.
The concession was enough for Blake, who inclined his head before moving away so the rest of the witches could offer us their congratulations. After we’d talked to everyone, we were successful in what Damien hadn’t been able to do during his claiming ceremony—we made a quick getaway after enjoying a slice of cake.
“Are you sure they won’t notice we’re missing?” I asked as Dawson swept me into his arms and carried me up the steps to our home.
I clutched his shoulders while he shifted his hold so he could open the door. “They can miss us all they want. We’ll be too busy to care.”
“I like the sound of that,” I breathed, a shiver racing up my spine at the sensual promise in his voice.
He headed straight for our bedroom, quickly following me down and settling between my thighs after he dumped me on the mattress. I craned my neck to meet his lips when they crashed against mine, our tongues tangling together as we explored each other’s mouths. His hands drifted down my body to grasp the hem of my dress, and he went to his knees so he could lift the white lace sheath with built-in slip up and over my head, leaving me in only a matching lacy white bra and panties set.
His gaze raked over my curves as he rasped, “How is it possible that you’re even more gorgeous today than you were yesterday?”
“Love will do that to a woman, I guess.”
I hadn’t considered the impact of how I’d worded that until I realized Dawson hadn’t moved an inch while I unbuttoned his shirt. Dragging my gaze from his muscular chest, I gasped when I saw the fierce emotion in his green eyes. It was easy to recognize because the same joy filled my heart. “You love me, baby?”
“How could I not?”
He covered me with his body, pressing me into the mattress as he growled, “Give me the words, Ember. I need to hear them.”
There wasn’t a single doubt in my heart or mind when I whispered, “I love you.”
He rewarded my confession with one of his own, without me having to ask for it. “I love you, too. So damn much.”
“I know.” I lifted my hand to his chest, directly over where his heart thundered. “I can feel it.”
I had never felt more beautiful or happy than I did at that moment with Dawson staring down at me, our hearts laid bare to each other. But it got even better when we stripped each other naked.
With deft fingers, he popped the clasp of my bra and slid the straps down my shoulders while I tugged his shirt off and went to work on the button and zipper on his pants. With his head lowered to take one of my nipples into his mouth, it was difficult to get them off him, but I wasn’t going to ask him to stop. Not when it felt as though there was a direct line between my breasts and my core. I felt each tug of his lips deep inside, and my back arched off the mattress as he swirled his tongue around a stiffened peak and sucked.
Dawson somehow always knew the exact spot and pressure to drive me crazy with desire, and I was determined to do the same to him. Using my feet to shove his pants all the way down, I slid my hand inside his boxer briefs and wrapped my fingers around his hard length. It burned against my palm, and my lips curved into a satisfied smile when he pressed deeper into my hold and growled, “Love how you touch me, baby. Feels so damn good.”
“Good doesn’t even begin to describe how your touch feels.” Goose bumps spread across my skin as he nipped the underside of my breast hard enough to leave a mark.
His heated gaze met mine as he moved lower, kissing and licking his way down my body until his mouth hovered over my pussy, with only a scrap of white lace between us. I mewled in protest when I lost my grip on his hard-on, but the sound quickly turned into a gasp of pleasure when he ripped my panties from my body.
“Fuck, you smell good.” His nostrils flared as he breathed deeply. “But you taste even better.”
Spreading my legs wide, he opened the lips of my pussy with his thumbs and dragged his tongue through my drenched center. A groan of approval rumbled up his chest, and then he was devouring me. Licking and sucking. Giving me so much pleasure that I couldn’t think straight. I could only get lost in feeling every swipe of his tongue while he drove me close to the edge. As I pleaded with him to let me come, he replaced his tongue with two fingers, sinking them deep inside me before twisting his wrist and blowing my mind. Then he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. It was more pleasure than I could handle, and I exploded, screaming his name as I flew apart.
I was still in the throes of a mind-blowing orgasm when he ripped his boxer briefs off and settled between my thighs. His cock was long and hard, notched against my entrance. “This feels different, more, knowing that you’re completely mine now.”
“Special,” I whispered in agreement.
“I’m going to make sure you feel how special you are to me for the rest of our lives,” he vowed, his green eyes burning into mine.
“You already do,” I breathed as he surged into me in one powerful thrust, my pussy already clamping down on him as though it didn’t want to let him go.
“My greedy little mate, so ready for me to fuck her.”
I anchored my knees at his hips and dug my nails into his shoulders as I cried, “Yes.”
He slowly slid out, then slammed right back inside hard enough to ram the headboard against the wall. Over and over again. He increased his tempo as I got closer to the edge, hammering in and out of me hard and fast. All I could do was hold on for the ride while the pleasure built in me again. Our skin slapped together, and my cries mixed with his groans.
“Oh, my goddess. Dawson, please, So close,” I gasped, my body tightening.
