“Sounds like a proposal,” I barely croak out.
“Call it what you want. I have no doubt we’ll get there too. For now, we live for the other. Promise me, Honor. You’ll live because I need you alive.”
“I love you, Nick.” The words come out at the same time two tears fall from each eye. One for him, and one for me.
His smile is as bright as a new day. Full of hope, wonder and, dare I say, love. “Good,” he says, and for now, it’s enough.
Nick turns off the water, grabs my hand, opens the shower door, and pulls us both out. With gentle movements, he dries me with a towel, each pass of the fabric as though he’s fanning the flames of lust. I close my eyes and enjoy this moment of devotion. I’ve not felt anything like it before, and I want to remember every last second.
Without delay, Nick has scooped me up, walks me into the bedroom, and lays me on the bed that’s quickly becoming our bed instead of just his bed.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He shakes his head as his gaze runs over every bare naked inch of me. “I don’t even know where to start.” His voice is rough and laced with desire.
I point to my lips. “How about here?”
He smiles and straddles my body, not bringing his big bulk over me, just hovering before he takes my lips. His tongue peeks out, running along the length of each lip before flicking against my teeth when I smile. Who knew Nick would be a little playful as well as dominant in the bedroom? All too quickly, his playful side disappears, and his mouth devours mine, sucking, nibbling, biting until my lips feel swollen and bruised.
I gasp when he plucks at my bottom lip and pulls back; his normally light eyes are dark and focused. He grabs my hands with both of his and lifts them above my head. “Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you.”
“What happens if I let go?”
“Defy me and find out,” he warns, and I make a mental note to hold on to the headboard as tightly as I can. The last thing I want is for him to stop touching me, and the worst he could do to me would be that. I’m so primed and ready for this next step in our relationship. I physically need him.
I grip the wooden rungs and arch up, presenting my breasts.
He grins salaciously. “An offer I can’t refuse.” And before I can take a breath, he’s got one of my nipples in the wet warmth of his mouth. It’s heaven and hell all at once because I want to touch him, hold his head to my breast while he ravishes me.
Nick laps at my nipple with the flat of his tongue, making it throb and ache deliciously. He wraps his other hand around my neglected breast, pinching and plucking at the erect tip to the point of pain.
“How does that feel?” He sits up and works each peak until a burning sensation ripples from them throughout my body, creating a euphoria I’ve never known.
“Mmm, good.” I gasp and arch into his touch when he pinches harder.
“You try to get closer when I press harder. Do you want more?”
“Yes! God, please.”
He pinches and twists my nipples until they are fiery hot pokers. Rivers of pleasure dance through my body and to the place between my legs.
“Please, Nick.”
“Oh, Dove, I’m going to enjoy hearing you beg in the future, and I’ll do it until your throat is raw. Now, though, I’m just figuring out some of your thresholds. This pain makes you feel alive, does it not?”
The concept slams into me like a hose putting out a fire. “Oh, my God!”
He grins devilishly and plucks at my burning tips again until I have to shut my eyes tight from the delightful pain.
“I told you, there are more ways to get what you need. Honor, I’m going to make you hurt so good. Give you a healthy outlet for that ache inside.”
I nod, tears filling my eyes and falling down my cheeks. This man accepts me. Understands my need and wants to fill it, not stop it.
Nick swipes my tears away before nudging both of my knees with his. I do one better, spreading myself wide open for him. An offer.
His lips go into a flat line, nostrils flaring, and eyes intent between my open thighs. “You giving me this?” He cups my sex roughly, dangerously. I want so much more.
My silence is defining.
“Words, Dove. Right now, I’m going to bury myself inside you, and I need to know that it’s mine, when I want it, how I want it. Just like your heart…your broken soul. I’m taking it all.”
“You can have it,” I whisper, more tears falling.
Nick leans over to the side table and pulls out a condom. I stop his hand and shake my head. “I’m safe and clean.”
“You letting me have you bare?”
“You want all of me?” I firm my jaw and lift my head, feeling prideful and beautiful.
“Fuck, yeah.”
“I want all of you.”
Once the word leaves my mouth, he notches his thick cock at my entrance, wraps both of his hands around my hips, and slams home. I cry out at the intrusion, his mighty length large and thick inside my walls. I suck in several breaths and shimmy my hips, attempting to accommodate his girth, but I’m not sure anything would do. He’s huge. Everywhere.
Nick lays his body over mine, curls a hand under us to grip my bum where he curves his hips, and tunnels his cock deeper. I ease my head back and push down with
