“It’s so massive,” she balked, playing the part of innocent maiden. He groaned loudly and thrust into her hand.
“You like it this massive,” he coaxed through gritted teeth, as she continued to tease him.
“I just don’t know if I can manage accommodating such...” she flickered her eyes up at him, running her tongue over her bottom lip, as he watched her with an intensity that made her breathless “...heft.”
“I’m going to make you take it, Luz Alana,” he warned, his brogue thick now, his voice coarse as if he’d just guzzled mouthfuls of burning whisky. The hand that had been behind her head slid down to the pulse point at the base of her neck and began making drugging, hypnotic circles on her skin.
“Is that supposed to be a threat, husband?” He laughed, even as he placed a hand over hers in an attempt to further things along.
Luz would not be rushed.
She loved how openly and eagerly this strong, virile, unflappable man fell apart in her hands. She parted her lips and took him inside as far as he could go, and they both groaned at the joining.
It was always a shock, that invasion, closing her airways, flooding her mouth with the tang of his seed, with the smell of him. It was overwhelming, grounding. When they were like this, her head in his hands, and his hardness filling her, there was nothing else but the two of them.
“So sweet.” His breath hitched as he watched her from under hooded eyes. “Heaven, your mouth is heaven.” He started to thrust slowly in that give-and-take she loved. She let her throat relax, just as he’d taught her, and Evan groaned his pleasure.
“How you please me, my love,” he whispered, caressing her cheek with his thumb, while he took her mouth. “I feel like an animal. I can barely control myself when you give me this. Your sweet lips stretched from taking me.” Her nipples tightened at the sounds they made together. She loved this.Loved him.Luz pressed in more, taking him farther still.
“Ah, gods,” he cried, his voice strangled when she hummed in appreciation at the liquid flooding her mouth. Evan thrust in a couple more times, precise, shallow movements, then pulled out roughly. In the next instant he was lifting her off the floor and had her face-first against the wall.
“I need to be inside you,” he grunted hotly into her ear. They worked together to lift the many layers of her dress out of the way. Luz was frantically gathering the fabric and tulle to her waist, when she felt the cool air of the room on her bare skin and Evan’s hands gripping her rump.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since you advertised to the entire ball what you were hiding under those skirts.” His voice was low and rough, but she could hear the humor there. A laugh died in her throat as he slid two fingers inside her, one palm pressed to her core holding her in place. “Is this what you need?” he asked hotly as he searched for that place inside that made her knees week. His thumb circled her clitoris and she bucked into him, gasping.
“Nothing is sweeter than this.” He kept touching her in the relentless, mind-shattering caress, as he positioned himself at her entrance. She felt the blunt tip of him demanding entry, and she canted her hips eagerly. In one breathless thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt.
“Luz Alana,” he said, and then so quietly she almost missed it, “mi mujer.” The way he said the words, reverently. As though he could hardly believe she could truly be his.
And she was, completely, utterly, forever.
They worked together in the practiced rhythm they’d perfected in the past few weeks. He moved inside her first in long drawn-out lazy thrusts that entered her inch by slow inch, and then in a sequence of fevered jabs which ended with her braced against the wall, legs splayed, as he took her hard. Luz cried Evan’s name as her walls clenched against him, wanting to keep him inside.
“The way you hold me, mo cridhe, made for me.” She felt sweat gathering at her spine and wondered how the windows and doors weren’t blowing off the hinges with the force of what the two of them were doing together.
Chaotic, incendiary lovemaking, and she wanted it just like this forever.
Evan gasped, his thrusts intensifying, and soon they were both swept into a blinding, obliterating climax. She slumped forward once she could think again, certain she’d likely crumple to the floor if she attempted to walk, but Evan pulled her to him, holding her upright.
He kissed the side of her face. Her shoulders, the curve of her ear. Every inch of skin he could reach, as he whispered softly to her. With gentle hands he undressed her down to her chemise and carried her to the bed, before divesting himself of his own clothes. Once they were both under the warm embrace of soft blankets and pressed to each other, Luz began to fade. The exhaustion of the day crashing around her, only then did she remember.
She sat up and glanced at his handsome face. His sable hair, which was always groomed to perfection, was tousled, tufts standing up every which way. His eyes, which even in their most intimate moments seemed wary and watchful, were open tonight, almost boyish.
He looked so enticing, her heart felt full to the brim with love.
“How long have you been holding on tomi mujer?”
His mouth twitched, but he didn’t smile.
“Since the night at Le Bureau, when you asked me if I was at the live copulation show for lessons.” He did grin then, and she laughed. “I hope I have since then divested you of the idea I required them.”
“You may have made some progress in that area.” He brought her up until she was lying atop him. When she looked down at him there was something in his eyes she hadn’t quite seen before.
“I never thought of making plans beyond tonight, not really.” He spoke into the silence of their bedroom. “You’ve given me a future to look to.”
“Evan,” she said, suddenly breathless.
“Once this thing with my father is done, I intend to make a life with you,” he told her, and she knew then that bloom they’d made together would become a field of flowers.
