So distracted was she by the subtle, needy sounds he made, that she didn’t realize he was moving them until her back hit the comforter — still littered with their abandoned playing cards. She didn’t care in the slightest if they stuck to her skin, bending and folding and warping beneath her body. His words were all she could focus on…that was, until his tender lips met her sensitive neck and tugged a quiet hum of pleasure from her that might have escaped a little more loudly than she had intended. A light flush colored her cheeks at the slip, and she swallowed dryly around a subsequent sound that attempted to follow the first.
In the back of her mind, Blake wondered if he realized just how helpless she was to him in every, single way. How every word drew her in like a moth to flame, and every kiss burned brighter than the last. Each brush of his fingers over heated flesh sent chill bumps over its surface, and every nudge of his hips threatened to make her whine with desire. Never before had anyone consumed her in such an overwhelming manner — not even close.
Her intentions of him. Oh, she has many — some wild, but more that were soft. More than she could name in a single setting, especially when she was so distracted by the way his mouth played her like a familiar instrument he had so carefully tuned just for himself. But, Dust, she would try.
“You…are the brightest light in my life. And I never want to be in the dark again.” Her head tipped back against the mattress, a strained groan catching in her throat, as his hips pressed forward against her heat. “I…am so…unimaginably grateful…that you allowed me back into your life…into your heart.” Her back arched lightly, hips squirming in a vain attempt to press him deeper, even as his previous seed still leaked out of her in trickling streams against the bedsheets. “I want to open my eyes to you…every morning…and close them on the image of you before I sleep each night.”
Her hands rose, with trembling fingers dancing in indulgent lines from his hips, along the curves of his scarred back, to curl possessively around his shoulders. “I want you all to myself. I want anyone who looks at you to instantly know you’re mine.” She couldn’t help the low, raspy tones of territorial heat that colored her words, short nails digging harshly into the muscles of his back, as if to hook her proverbial claws inside of him and possess him forever.
But then...that sharpness faded, replaced with the gentle, steady strokes of callused fingertips over the tiny crescent indentations with which she'd just decorated his shoulders. As if to soothe the sting. "I've...never really considered...the possibility of getting married, but.." A single hand lifted back to his face, palm cradling his jawline so delicately it seemed as if she might be afraid to ruin something so beautiful with her proverbially stained digits. "If I was to settle down and make that vow.." Her fingers slid almost anxiously to cup the base of his head, tilting it, and bringing their foreheads together in a sacred press, words whispered against his lips, in the heat of their shared breath, "…I would only ever do so with you. Only you. It's only ever been you...and it always will be you. Until my heart beats for the last time. It's you."
