“Is this wild enough for you?” he asked gruffly.
Azami lay facedown, chanting his name almost mindlessly while his cock slammed into her over and over, harder and harder. “More,” she gasped.
The frantic pace set up a hot friction that sent sensation rushing to every part of her body, until there wasn’t a place on her body that wasn’t frantic for release. The heat from his hand only added to the erotic miracle he was giving her. Every thrust brought his shaft dragging over her enflamed muscles until every muscle tightened, pressure building like a tsunami. The explosion sent quake after quake ripping through her body. Her muscles convulsed around his thick cock, clamping down, taking him with her over the edge.
His hoarse cry was torn from his throat as his own body erupted like a volcano. He lay over the top of her, fighting for his breath while he tried to calm his pounding heart. He nuzzled her long hair out of the way to kiss the nape of her neck and then follow that beautiful bird across her shoulders with a trail of kisses. Beneath him, she shivered, aftershocks rocking both of them. He wanted to stay right where he was while her body contracted around his, sending pulses of pleasure through him. He was sated for the moment, drained, feeling relaxed and unbelievably happy. He was home.
“I love you, Azami, so much.” He poured the emotion he felt, the intensity of it, into her mind, sharing with her the feeling he couldn’t quite find a way to express.
She collapsed completely onto the bed, his body on top of hers so that he knew he had to force himself up before he crushed her. With great reluctance he slowly stood, allowing his cock to slide from that secret haven. Immediately Azami turned over, looking up at him with her dark eyes filled with love for him. In his mind, he felt that same intensity he’d given to her.
“You’re sure, baby?” he asked. “You’re really sure I’m what you want? I can be rough and we might be apart for long periods of time. You have to be sure, Azami. If you commit to me…”
“Didn’t that feel like commitment to you, Sam?” she asked, her voice and demeanor once again serene. “I want your child growing in me. I want to live here, with you. I know we’ll be apart; you’re a soldier, and I have to continue on the path set before me, but I think that path is with you.”
“Then you’ll marry me immediately?”
She sat up slowly and pushed at the silky hair tumbling around her face. “I have promised you marriage and I don’t go back on my promises.” She suddenly looked alarmed. “Oh, Sam. I was cooking dinner for you and I’ve forgotten it entirely. It’s probably ruined.”
“You know how to cook too?” he asked.
She regarded him somberly for a long moment. “Yes. When I can keep my mind on what I’m doing, which clearly, when you’re around, I can’t.”
He laughed, happiness bursting through him like a bright rocket. “Go take a shower. I’ll see if I can salvage the dinner.”
She rolled off the bed and started toward the bathroom. She half turned in the doorway, her tattoos gleaming in the candlelight. She sent him that small, mysterious smile that always set his heart racing. “I love you wild, Sam.”
He watched her go, that fluid grace, her hair snaking down her back to below her waist, and his heart ached with pure contentment. He had found home and it wasn’t the wooden structure surrounding him, it was a little slip of a woman who had forever taken his heart.
Christine Feehan
