She laughs. “Celine has a lot of crap. It’s tasteful crap, though. The house is coming along."
“I have no doubt.” I kiss her hard on the lips and when we finally pull apart, she’s breathless.
“Whoa, youhavemissed me.”
I push her off my lap and jump to my feet. “Come on, I have something for you.”
“Like a gift?”
“Exactly like that. Come on.”
Laughing, I lead her up to our bedroom and close the door. Then I retrieve my little present from the table in front of the window.
“Here you go,” I say, presenting it to her.
Her eyes land on the snow globe and go wide with shock. “Oh my god…”
“It’s an exact replica,” I explain. “I tracked down the original maker and had him redo it. Turns out, it’s a surprisingly complex design. I commissioned it over a month ago and he only just finished it.”
She approaches me at snail speed, her eyes never veering from the globe in my hands. “It’s perfect,” she says. “It’s—You—I—It’s wonderful, Ilarion.Youare wonderful.”
“I have my moments.”
Taylor examines the snow globe with awe and, when she’s had her fill, she places it on her dresser, pride of place in front of the mirror.
Then she turns back and loops her arms around my neck, her smile growing mischievous. “I have to find a way to thank you.”
I raise my eyebrows. “I agree. It’s only polite.”
“I’ve got some ideas.”
She pulls off my shirt, then my pants. Then she walks me back to the bed and pushes me down onto my back. She strips down while I watch and then slides onto her knees in front of me.
She hesitates for a moment, right in front of my erect cock. It doesn’t take much for her to make me this hard; usually, just blinking in my direction will do it. Today feels different though.
Her eyes meet mine, and I feel a fierce sense of pride.
This woman ismine.
After all we’ve been through, she’s finally mine.
She leans over and takes me into her mouth. “Fuck,” I moan.
Her head bobs as I tense and groan up to the ceiling. Like always, we don’t last long before I need more. I pull her up and she straddles me. When she slides into her, I feel like I can finally breathe again.
I grab her ass to hold on while she starts to grind up and down on my dick. I watch her breasts bounce and sway, watch her hair fly wildly around her face.
She’s fuckingmesmerizing.
I slap her ass, and she only rides me harder. Her breaths come faster. Soft whimpers escape her throat and I feel her start to tighten around me.
“Come for me, baby,” I murmur.
There’s nothing like watching this woman orgasm. One day, I’m going to paint a picture of her face in the exact moment when her body releases itself on my cock. I want to be staring at that face when I die.
As her body shivers with her first orgasm, I push forward and sit up, pulling her onto me more. I thrust myself into her and press my lips against her neck.
I fuck her just by holding her, pulling and pushing her up and down as she trembles and wriggles and moans.
Her nails dig into my back as I fuck her harder still. I roll us onto my feet and bounce her on my cock, in my arms, suspended in the air with only my embrace to anchor her. She trusts me to do it. It doesn’t cross her mind to do anything but that.
And when she comes, she comes screaming my name on her lips. I pull her as hard and deep as I can go and I empty every ounce of love and passion I have for her exactly where it belongs.
She’d told me once that my name was branded onto her soul. Every day since then, I try to make sure I carve my name in a little deeper.
