would never be anyone who could draw out the best in me. She was everything that was good in my life and the reason why I could wake up each morning to brave the world.
Cliché or not, she made me a better person . . . a better man. With her lying in my arms, baring her soul after everything she’d endured, it made me even more determined to be worthy of her. She still possessed that goodness I’d desperately wanted to safeguard. Amber might have rattled the cage, but she hadn’t touched that part of Darcy.
“ Mason?” Her question stilled my quiet musings. She was staring at me with a desire that set fire to my own.
I didn’t answer. Carefully sitting up, I knew what she wanted—what we both yearned for. She didn’t speak, either. Instead, we began undressing, our gazes never leaving the other. The mood in the room instantly changed. Even as we dragged our shirts off, our eyes quickly found each other as sexual tension continued to build.
I couldn’t wait to touch her—taste the skin she was rapidly revealing. My self-control threatened to snap as my hands shook unbuckling my belt. There was no restraining myself once I dropped my jeans to the ground and stepped out of them—the exact same time she stripped herself down to nothing.
There was no lacy lingerie to slowly remove.
There was no seductively teasing her senses as I nibbled my way over her soft curves.
Neither of us had the patience to take our sweet time, tonight. Darcy reached for me first, merely seconds before I pulled her against me. She felt like heaven, like home, my body erupting with eagerness as she placed her hands over my skin.
That one touch was my undoing.
It was my lifeline back.
My mouth instantly found hers and I didn’t wait for an invitation as my tongue swept inside to savor each incredible taste. There was something extra to our passion—an unbridled desire to give and receive. There was no waiting to see who would lead. Instead we took the plunge together, our actions proving how insatiable we were for each other.
There wasn’t a piece of skin she didn’t stroke, caress, and later sample with her lips.
Lying over our bed, with her dark hair seductively strewn across the pillows, she was every bit the temptress—the breathtaking Siren who captivated the minds of men with a single glance and song. Darcy didn’t have to speak to own me completely. She did it by simply existing.
Crooking her finger at me, I lowered myself over her body, careful not to crush her. We were such a perfect fit, confirming my belief, again, that we were made for each other. Everything about her brought me pleasure and, as I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent deeply, a new yearning took over.
My need to protect was gone and its place, the need to please her surfaced. I wouldn’t leave this bed until I’d robbed her of the ability to think. I would worship every inch of her until she was boneless.
“ Then show me,” she whispered, her nails grazing over my skin. “I’m tired of thinking.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, connecting our bodies with one blessed move. Gritting my teeth, I struggled to savor the moment by holding as still as I could. Darcy made it impossible, however, as her hips shifted, intensifying the heady thrill of being inside her.
There was no holding back. I couldn’t even if I tried. As I picked up the tempo, the lines blurred between reality and the incredible sensation I knew was pulsing through both of us. It was if we both chased that closeness, the intimacy we craved and missed. The further we fell into each other, the more distance the horrors of the past weeks grew.
Leaving behind everything but who we were, I couldn’t get enough. As Darcy’s leg hitched around my hip, burying me deeper, I wanted to yell she’d been wrong. This was perfection. She was perfection. I would gladly walk through the fires of Hell if it meant this feeling waited on the other side.
“
Cliché or not, she made me a better person . . . a better man. With her lying in my arms, baring her soul after everything she’d endured, it made me even more determined to be worthy of her. She still possessed that goodness I’d desperately wanted to safeguard. Amber might have rattled the cage, but she hadn’t touched that part of Darcy.
“ Mason?” Her question stilled my quiet musings. She was staring at me with a desire that set fire to my own.
I didn’t answer. Carefully sitting up, I knew what she wanted—what we both yearned for. She didn’t speak, either. Instead, we began undressing, our gazes never leaving the other. The mood in the room instantly changed. Even as we dragged our shirts off, our eyes quickly found each other as sexual tension continued to build.
I couldn’t wait to touch her—taste the skin she was rapidly revealing. My self-control threatened to snap as my hands shook unbuckling my belt. There was no restraining myself once I dropped my jeans to the ground and stepped out of them—the exact same time she stripped herself down to nothing.
There was no lacy lingerie to slowly remove.
There was no seductively teasing her senses as I nibbled my way over her soft curves.
Neither of us had the patience to take our sweet time, tonight. Darcy reached for me first, merely seconds before I pulled her against me. She felt like heaven, like home, my body erupting with eagerness as she placed her hands over my skin.
That one touch was my undoing.
It was my lifeline back.
My mouth instantly found hers and I didn’t wait for an invitation as my tongue swept inside to savor each incredible taste. There was something extra to our passion—an unbridled desire to give and receive. There was no waiting to see who would lead. Instead we took the plunge together, our actions proving how insatiable we were for each other.
There wasn’t a piece of skin she didn’t stroke, caress, and later sample with her lips.
Lying over our bed, with her dark hair seductively strewn across the pillows, she was every bit the temptress—the breathtaking Siren who captivated the minds of men with a single glance and song. Darcy didn’t have to speak to own me completely. She did it by simply existing.
Crooking her finger at me, I lowered myself over her body, careful not to crush her. We were such a perfect fit, confirming my belief, again, that we were made for each other. Everything about her brought me pleasure and, as I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent deeply, a new yearning took over.
My need to protect was gone and its place, the need to please her surfaced. I wouldn’t leave this bed until I’d robbed her of the ability to think. I would worship every inch of her until she was boneless.
“ Then show me,” she whispered, her nails grazing over my skin. “I’m tired of thinking.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, connecting our bodies with one blessed move. Gritting my teeth, I struggled to savor the moment by holding as still as I could. Darcy made it impossible, however, as her hips shifted, intensifying the heady thrill of being inside her.
There was no holding back. I couldn’t even if I tried. As I picked up the tempo, the lines blurred between reality and the incredible sensation I knew was pulsing through both of us. It was if we both chased that closeness, the intimacy we craved and missed. The further we fell into each other, the more distance the horrors of the past weeks grew.
Leaving behind everything but who we were, I couldn’t get enough. As Darcy’s leg hitched around my hip, burying me deeper, I wanted to yell she’d been wrong. This was perfection. She was perfection. I would gladly walk through the fires of Hell if it meant this feeling waited on the other side.
“
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