"Ethan."
His name on her lips was his undoing. He slid his fingers from her and grabbed the lacy edge of her panties. The thin material gave with a small tearing sound, her eyes widened, but she didn't tell him to stop, and she didn't appear fearful.
Adjusting his hold on her, he clasped her ass with one hand as he grabbed for the button of his jeans with the other. This was not the way he had planned to do this his first time with her. He'd planned to savor every inch of her body, intended to relish every second he was inside her, but that would have to wait until a later time. He couldn't stop to take the time to do those things; he had to have her now.
He felt like a wild animal as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down. There wasn't time to take them off completely, but his dick was finally freed from its constraints.
Easy, he told himself, but there was no going easy here, there was no holding back. His skin felt as if it would blister and burn off if he didn't possess her soon. He was throbbing with his need and half-crazed with it.
He was half-afraid she would stop him as he pressed the tip of his throbbing cock against her wet center. She didn't tell him no though; instead, she pushed more firmly against him and thrust her hips toward him. Adjusting his feet, he lifted her up and drove himself into her. A cry of ecstasy escaped her as she pulled him even closer.
The savage urgency driving him vanished the second her tight sheath enveloped him. The burning of his skin eased as a feeling he'd never experienced before enshrouded him. This was where he was supposed to be, inside of her, with her. He finally understood what it was like to come home, and though he suspected he knew what it meant for him, the realization didn't frighten him.
Emma couldn't tear her gaze away from his beautiful eyes as he stretched and filled her. Having him deep within her was the most incredible sensation she'd ever experienced. Her fingers slid over the handsome planes of his face as she fought the ridiculous urge to cry from the wonder of it all. She didn't move against him but took this moment to savor in the feel of him within her.
Complete, that was what she felt in a way she never knew she could or ever thought possible. She understood now why everything felt so forced with Tristan; this was where she belonged. It made no sense to her, but she couldn't shake the certainty, or the awe, that came with the realization.
Ethan watched her face as he lifted her up and deliberately lowered her onto him again. Her gold-flecked eyes were clouded with passion as they held his, but he also saw the wonder within her gaze. He kept his hands on her hips as he lifted her up and slid himself into her again. He was finding it far easier than he’d expected to be gentle with her as her body somehow managed to cage the beast within him.
"You feel amazing," he whispered against her mouth.
A shiver of contentment slid through her at his words; her hands grasped his cheeks as she kissed him. Bracing her against the wall, he moved one of his hands off her ass. He grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it down to free one of her breasts. It filled his hand as he cupped and kneaded it until her nipple was a hardened bud against his palm. Bending down, he took it into his mouth and sucked before circling it with his tongue. She held him closer as the caress of his tongue drove her even crazier.
Her cries became more fevered as she started to ride him faster. Releasing her breast, he grabbed her waist once more. The calm he'd experienced upon first entering her vanished as he drove himself more forcefully into her body. His eyes fastened on her neck as she tilted her head back, but he was too lost in the feel of her body to think about her blood.
She cried out in delight as her muscles contracted around him. The force of her orgasm pushed him to ever-higher levels as he thrust into her again. With a loud groan, he finally found his much-needed release.
His head dropped into the hollow of her neck and shoulder. The sweet scent of her blood engulfed him, and though it pricked his hunger, he felt her comforting presence calming him once again. She had the most astonishing effect on him, an effect he didn't think he would ever get used to. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her closer as she leaned against him.
"You make me forget myself," she whispered in his ear.
A strange sensation pricked in his chest as he cradled her against him. "You do the same to me."
She pulled back to look at him, and her eyes searched his face. The smile curling her lips did odd things to his heart. Then, the cloud of satisfaction faded away, her mouth parted as reality seemed to crash over her. Ethan found himself unable to breathe as he waited for her to tell him this was a mistake. He didn't think he could take that right now, not after what had transpired between them, not when she was the only one who brought him peace.
She didn't want anything to ruin what they’d shared, but dread crept through her as she realized what she'd done. Unfortunately, she couldn't deny she'd just had
