“It was the only way I could think to support you—to honor your strength and resilience—and to make sure you know how perfect you are, how crazy I am about you.” Swallowing hard, I offer my last bit of truth, “And I don’t want to fuck it up.”
She presses her mouth to mine in a hard kiss. It’s not passionate or seductive but grounding like she’s anchoring herself to me in this moment.
And damn if I don’t need it too.
“Have me,” she whispers as she takes my hand and replaces hers on the knot of the towel.
Threading my fingers in her hair, I tilt my head and capture her lips, my heart beating out of my chest as my other hand pulls the towel free, the terry cloth pooling around her.
But I don’t look.
Not yet.
I kiss her harder, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth as I let my fingers tease the swell of her breast.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, trailing kisses across her jaw and down her neck, nipping at the delicate skin at her collarbone before cupping her breasts in my palms. I’m gentle, letting her get used to the feel of being touched before leaning back and letting her see the heat in my gaze. Because I’m in awe of her.
And I’ll tell her every day if that’s what it takes for her to believe me.
“Gorgeous,” I say reverently as I look at her, taking in my fill as I tease and touch. She moans, the sound filled with relief and desire as I savor her with my eyes and hands.
“Talon.” My name is a desperate plea for more and I won’t deny her.
Ever so slowly, I kiss every scar and imperfection, dragging my tongue along each one like I can erase all the hurt before sucking her nipple into my mouth and groaning as her hips rock against the length of my cock.
“You’re perfect,” I praise as I kiss and lick across her chest to repeat my ministrations on the other side.
“It feels so good,” she moans, her fingers raking through my hair as she pushes her tits toward me.
“I could do this all day, Firecracker.” I pinch her nipple between my teeth as she gasps and writhes in my lap. “Do you think I could make you come just like this?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Next time,” I promise as I suck and knead her tits while I work my boxers down to my thighs and grab a condom.
Plucking it from my hand, Cora rips open the package and slides it over my dick before lining herself up. Her movements are deliciously slow as she takes me inch by inch, her pussy already fluttering in anticipation of her impending orgasm.
I let her set the pace, touching and tasting her everywhere as she works herself into a frenzy, chasing her release with abandon.
“Talon, just…harder—please.”
Gripping her hips, I ease her up and then slam her down, impaling her on my throbbing erection and making her cry out my name. I do it over and over, her words incoherent as her nails dig into my back and shoulders, her face breathtaking as she falls apart.
It’s almost savage the way she milks me, her pussy squeezing me tighter as she rides out every wave of pleasure. Burying my face in her neck, I breathe her in, her name like a prayer falling from my lips.
Because there’s no coming back from that.
I belong to her today and every day after, my heart squeezing at the realization that Cora Delaney is it for me.
She’s my forever.
24
CORA
The house is quiet save for the sound of our still-labored breaths and stolen kisses. Talon’s hard exterior and sheer size would have people believe him incapable of the gentleness he showed me tonight.
The way he savored and worshipped my body, the way he soothed my soul and brought me the most exquisite pleasure over and over again.
