Page 49 of Property of Anchor
I kept my back to him as I stayed in the kitchen, pulses of anticipation firing through me.Rustle of cloth.I didn’t need to turn to know where he was.
Then, silence.And finally, warmth.
His arms slipped around my waist and drew me into his body.Heat radiated from him so intense I thought it might burn straight through me.
“Hungry?”I whispered, tilting my head back.
“Ravenous,” he murmured against my neck before sweeping his lips across my skin.
That’s when the world melted.
He pressed me against the cool counter, the barrier turning our urges from slow-burning to wildly electric.His lips captured mine, urgent, demanding.I kissed him back with all the need I’d kept in check for days, tongue and breath colliding in fierce longing.
I braced my hands on the counter as his hands roamed over my body, down my sides, grabbing and claiming, needing me like oxygen.My knees slid apart, ready.
I turned in his arms, and he backed me against the counter.His chest pressed into mine, and his hands slipped under my shirt as he broke our kiss with a gasp of need.
We paused only to strip away the barrier between us, my shirt, his cut and tee, until every inch of skin met skin.
He lifted me onto the counter just enough to lean into me fully.My legs locked around his waist, and I drew him closer.We fit together perfectly, and a gasp escaped my lips.
We moved together.His rhythm was steady, powerful, as if he’d been made for this, for me.My head dropped back as my body arched into his.
He kissed me in between thrusts.His mouth hot on mine, and our breaths ragged and synced.
My fingers tangled in his hair as every stroke sent sparks across my skin.He whispered my name, low and throaty, and I couldn’t help but moan.
I felt him smile between breaths, maybe surprised at how much fire we’d found, even in the dark.
I came first, as my body quivered in his arms.My breath stuttered and nails dug into his skin.He slowed, grounding me, until his own tension built tighter and tighter.
When he found release, his voice was raw and deep, a guttural moan of my name that shook the room.
We held each other through the aftershock.Our chests heaving, and sweat shining where our bodies met.The only sound was our breath.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead.“Yeah… that fed me, Pearl.”
I nestled closer.“Me too.”
We stayed like that.Warm, tangled, and whole in the small kitchen as the night deepened outside.
Anchor
The morning light filtered through the curtains, hazy and golden, enveloping the cabin in a lazy warmth that matched my own feelings.I stretched, arms behind my head, and watched her.
Pearl.
She stood in front of the small kitchenette, barefoot, wearing nothing but my T-shirt.It barely covered the curve of her ass, and I wasn’t sure if that was mercy or torture.Her hair was still a little wild from the night before, and every time she moved, the shirt pulled tight across her hips.
She reached up to grab a coffee mug and glanced over her shoulder at me.Her cheeks flushed the moment she caught me staring.
“Like what you see?”she asked as her lips tugged into a smirk.
I didn’t answer.Words felt useless.
I just rolled out of bed, naked, and walked straight to her.
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t move away, didn’t flinch, didn’t blink.She stayed perfectly still as I stepped in front of her and wrapped my arms around her waist.I bent low, brushed my lips over hers, slow and lingering.A kiss that said everything without needing to spell it out.
