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patiently explained, tracing the perfect lines of her beautiful face.
“I wish that I would have known that a long time ago,” she said, lost in thought.
I almost chuckled. Did she mean she would have slept with me sooner?
My open hand slid across her waist, urging her back against the pillow. She lay down, and I turned to kiss the soft, silken skin of her stomach.
“ Good-morning, baby, ” I whispered.
She threaded her fingers through my hair, smiling before closing her eyes.
Chapter Twelve
Roam
I let her sleep in small increments of time.
As the sun rose, I carried her to the outdoor shower just outside our bedroom. A basic, wooden stall occupied the space where a small shanty used to stand. The hot water mixed with the cool morning air.
My eyes skimmed her body, and she stood in the shower stream, trembling. Her eyes never left mine.
“ West? ”
I couldn’t speak. In seconds I had her wrists, drawing them upward and above her head. My lips moved to the numbers on her arm, tracing over the coordinates etched into her skin.
She moaned, her knees melting. I caught her just in time; she struggled to hold onto me. “Are you sore, baby?”
I reached for her, tenderly probing between her legs, and she cried out again, clinging to me with all of her strength.
“Yes… but I want you. Please, ” she begged softly, her eyes opening beneath the warm water stream.
I lifted her up and against the wooden wall, my mouth on hers and my tongue spreading her lips. I tried to slow down, but my need to possess her took over once again. She wrapped her legs around my hips, murmuring against my mouth as I pushed into her.
“ Like this? ” I asked, dropping my mouth to her neck. I thrust her against the wall with each stroke, and she rolled her head against the wet wood, her tears mixing with the warm water stream.
“Yes, please, West… ,”
I roared, my orgasm ripping me apart. Smothering her small cries with my mouth, I felt her go slack, crying my name as her own pleasure claimed her consciousness.
She returned to me within seconds, and I grinned, slowly pulling out of her. “You have to remember to breathe, baby.”
She blinked rapidly, a languid smile moving over her swollen lips. “ I don’t want to breathe. I like when you’re inside of me, and I start to… fall apart…, ”
I’d never remained this hard, this needing , for as long as I had with Roam.
Three times in an hour was quickly becoming a reality, and I didn’t see an end for my ache for her.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I lathered her with soap, and then myself, and by the time I was finished cleaning her, she was begging for me again.
“ Please… more…, ”
I carried her, soaking wet, back into the house, carefully lowering her to the bed. I knew she had to be sore; the sheets were a mess, and the first time had been painful for her. “ Lay back. ”
She nodded. When I pushed her wet, naked legs apart, she gasped and tried to sit back up again with a tiny protest.
“ Close your eyes. ”
She did. So trusting. I wanted to see her face, but I knew this was new for her, and she was unsure of herself. Between my thrusting fingers and my mouth, she came apart, grinding herself against me and moaning.
She was divinity. A goddess.
An endless life finally worth living.
I kissed a trail up her stomach, still tasting her, and her tear-brightened eyes fluttered open.
S he smiled at me.
Her smile was my answer; my reason, my purpose after hundreds of years of failure and heartache. At that moment, I wanted to speak the words that I’d said to her over and over again; I wanted to tell her that this time, this life… I loved her. The way her lips swelled when I kissed them, the way her face lit up when we talked about history, and the way begged for me when I made love to her. Her pleading cries, so unlike Annie or Julie or any of them, drove me even further over the edge.
But… I waited to tell her.
She pushed at my
“I wish that I would have known that a long time ago,” she said, lost in thought.
I almost chuckled. Did she mean she would have slept with me sooner?
My open hand slid across her waist, urging her back against the pillow. She lay down, and I turned to kiss the soft, silken skin of her stomach.
“ Good-morning, baby, ” I whispered.
She threaded her fingers through my hair, smiling before closing her eyes.
Chapter Twelve
Roam
I let her sleep in small increments of time.
As the sun rose, I carried her to the outdoor shower just outside our bedroom. A basic, wooden stall occupied the space where a small shanty used to stand. The hot water mixed with the cool morning air.
My eyes skimmed her body, and she stood in the shower stream, trembling. Her eyes never left mine.
“ West? ”
I couldn’t speak. In seconds I had her wrists, drawing them upward and above her head. My lips moved to the numbers on her arm, tracing over the coordinates etched into her skin.
She moaned, her knees melting. I caught her just in time; she struggled to hold onto me. “Are you sore, baby?”
I reached for her, tenderly probing between her legs, and she cried out again, clinging to me with all of her strength.
“Yes… but I want you. Please, ” she begged softly, her eyes opening beneath the warm water stream.
I lifted her up and against the wooden wall, my mouth on hers and my tongue spreading her lips. I tried to slow down, but my need to possess her took over once again. She wrapped her legs around my hips, murmuring against my mouth as I pushed into her.
“ Like this? ” I asked, dropping my mouth to her neck. I thrust her against the wall with each stroke, and she rolled her head against the wet wood, her tears mixing with the warm water stream.
“Yes, please, West… ,”
I roared, my orgasm ripping me apart. Smothering her small cries with my mouth, I felt her go slack, crying my name as her own pleasure claimed her consciousness.
She returned to me within seconds, and I grinned, slowly pulling out of her. “You have to remember to breathe, baby.”
She blinked rapidly, a languid smile moving over her swollen lips. “ I don’t want to breathe. I like when you’re inside of me, and I start to… fall apart…, ”
I’d never remained this hard, this needing , for as long as I had with Roam.
Three times in an hour was quickly becoming a reality, and I didn’t see an end for my ache for her.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I lathered her with soap, and then myself, and by the time I was finished cleaning her, she was begging for me again.
“ Please… more…, ”
I carried her, soaking wet, back into the house, carefully lowering her to the bed. I knew she had to be sore; the sheets were a mess, and the first time had been painful for her. “ Lay back. ”
She nodded. When I pushed her wet, naked legs apart, she gasped and tried to sit back up again with a tiny protest.
“ Close your eyes. ”
She did. So trusting. I wanted to see her face, but I knew this was new for her, and she was unsure of herself. Between my thrusting fingers and my mouth, she came apart, grinding herself against me and moaning.
She was divinity. A goddess.
An endless life finally worth living.
I kissed a trail up her stomach, still tasting her, and her tear-brightened eyes fluttered open.
S he smiled at me.
Her smile was my answer; my reason, my purpose after hundreds of years of failure and heartache. At that moment, I wanted to speak the words that I’d said to her over and over again; I wanted to tell her that this time, this life… I loved her. The way her lips swelled when I kissed them, the way her face lit up when we talked about history, and the way begged for me when I made love to her. Her pleading cries, so unlike Annie or Julie or any of them, drove me even further over the edge.
But… I waited to tell her.
She pushed at my
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