“Rae, you’ll always be the one,” he huffs displaying an extremely rare show of exasperation.
“So serious,” I mock in a deep voice.
“Promise me. Say it,” he orders.
“All right, all right. I promise I will marry you by the end of the twenty-eighth year of my life if you haven’t already dragged me down the aisle by then,” I vow and kiss him gently, sealing the inane deal in the best way I can think of.
We trip over ourselves and tears leak down my face. They’re tears of relief, fear, anger, and need.
So many emotions are gathering in furious, deep purple clouds in my chest. They heave, showcasing their power and superiority over little, naïve me. I was stupid to think I could control this thing with Sy. Too many years manipulating everyone and everything around me in the political world has rendered me over confident. I over played my hand and now Sy owns all the chips.
He kisses me deeply his tongue plunging expertly into my mouth caressing my own. I moan and arch into his large frame needing so much more—needing all of him. “Sy,” I moan pressing my hips against his front while digging my fingertips into his back.
“Right here baby,” he reassures in a lust-thickened voice that makes wetness slip between my thighs. God, how long has it been since I’ve heard that bedroom voice of his. It’s deep and throaty and so expressive. He’s always been that way though. An open book, with me.
“I need you,” I say pleadingly and it seems to drive Sy mad. He growls as he picks me up and holds my thighs securely around his waist. A moment later my back is pressed against the wall and Sy’s muscular frame has me pinned, his hips rolling against my center, making me delirious with need. He kisses his way across my jaw, to my neck and down to my collarbone sending little zipping sensations ricocheting through my body.
“I need to be inside you,” he says roughly against my neck.
“Yes,” I breathe and roll my pelvis forward in offering. He doesn’t even bother to look where he’s taking us in this cabin. His molten chocolate gaze just soaks into me and it spawns a fresh lump of emotion in my throat. I attack his lips once more in an effort to keep the emotions at bay. I want to see his body, hear his voice in my ear, touch him, taste his skin, smell his unique scent, and feel him deep inside my body. Maybe this time I’ll be able to hold on to the memory so that when we are back to reality tomorrow, I’ll have a vivid, fresh memory to cling to. I’ll keep him with me on the flight home and well after that.
“Say it again,” he orders.
“Yes. Please. I need you,” I repeat. He sets me to my feet at the foot of his bed. Sylas attacks my clothing, peeling the sodden fabric away from my skin. I don’t even care if he rips it all. I just need him now. He peels away every thread leaving me bare to him then he steps back. If I weren’t so needy for him right now, I think maybe I would be shy about standing here for him, completely nude.
“Fuck, Rae,” he hums appraisingly. His eyes trace over my body like he’s physically touching me. It only makes the knot of need in my stomach double.
“Trying to,” I mutter, sitting down on his bed then lying back. I wriggle my body against the bedding needing some source of stimulation against my heated flesh.
He picks up one of my feet and begins kissing his way up the inside of my leg while keeping his intense gaze locked on me. My breathing comes out in choppy little gasps. My body snakes against the mattress pleading him come to me. And he does. I watch Sy free himself from his clothing, baring his body for me to peruse. He’s magnificent. I knew when we were teenagers that he’d grow up to be a stunning man and I was right. His skin is golden from time spent in the sun. He’s muscular, with wide shoulders and a trim waist. His chest has a dusting of hair where it once didn’t. The V shaped muscles leading to his impressive manhood brackets a trail of hair extending south from his navel. The stubble across his cheeks and jaw are definitely a new development and I love the rugged look on him. He has several tattoos… and scars. Seeing them makes my heart turn in on itself. Sylas joins me fully on the bed and kneels between my knees, urging me to spread myself for him. Without fear or hesitation, I find my body responding to his commands easily. Sy leans down over me, his beautiful face wearing an expression I can’t quite name. Relief, happiness, rapture? Maybe all the above. Sy kisses me deeply then trails passionate kisses down my chest, taking his time to squeeze my breasts, licking, nipping gently and sucking on both of them. His ministrations cause a tight knot low in my belly to pull tighter still. My hips lift from the bed of their own volition and rise toward him invitingly. Hot kisses and subtle nips from his teeth trail all over my torso, hipbone to hipbone, to sternum and back again. His calloused hands run down my ribs and grip my waist. He hauls me closer to the headboard and lowers his delicious mouth to my center. I gasp as a thousand butterflies leap forth and take flight in my stomach all at once. I hiss and roll my hips against his tongue as it softly, slowly laves my slick core. “Sy,” I pant.
His lips seal over my most sensitive spot and he hums approvingly in response sending baritone notes of pleasure echoing through my womb. “Ah, yes,” I moan, running my hands through his glossy dark brown hair. His tongue and lips alternate between long leisure licks and tightly sealed suction. He slips one finger inside, and then another, stroking me inside and out and it’s my undoing. My legs tense, my hips rise off the bed and my body quakes against his perfect mouth as release washes over me.
I’m weak and breathing heavily as I watch Sy through leaden eyelids reach into his nightstand, producing a condom. He prepares himself, slowly rolling the condom down the thick length of himself. He takes one more head to toe look at me then leans forward over my body. He holds my face in his hands and kisses me with intensity. Every swipe of his tongue against mine gifts me with the taste of my own arousal and it leaves me needy for more. He keeps his mouth on mine and drives his cock forward, fully sheathing himself inside me. He swallows up my yelp with his own rumbling moan. The wide tip of him finds the very depths of my body and the slight bite of discomfort coupled with the exquisite fullness I feel is a powerful combination of sensations. He breaks away from my mouth as his length withdraws from my body, slowly stroking me inside. The moment he’s withdrawn nearly all the way, he thrusts forward in one precise, measured stroke. Again and again and again. He owns every square inch of my body in and out.
“Rae,” he whispers with his forehead pressed to mine, his eyes closed. His hips piston forward with merciless power, and my body is helpless to resist the pleasure he conjures in me. My womb tightens, my vision dances, my lungs ache, and muscles tense. “That’s it baby, give it to me,” he urges, his own voice tense with impending release.
“Sy,” I gasp. With the suddenness of a gunshot, I unravel for him. My body pulses repeatedly, muscles quicken, wringing out every ounce ecstasy. Sy chases down his own release with abandon, drawing my pleasure out for several moments longer. Finally, with muttered swear words mixed with words of adoration, Sylas physically comes undone. I watch, rapt and can’t help but think while his body has come undone his eyes look as though he is coming together.
I know the feeling well no matter how fervently I refuse to acknowledge it.