Soldier Mine (Sons of War #2)(48)
Being inside her with our bodies pressed together … I’ve never known this kind of connection between two people existed. It’s so natural and peaceful, I’m temporarily yanked out of the haze of need. I’ve never had such a perfect moment, never been matched with such a perfect partner. Her * is squeezing me hard, her thighs even harder, and her quick breath tickles my ears.
“This is the way ... it’s supposed to be,” she manages breathlessly. “I need to be closer.” She shifts against me.
“Agreed,” I murmur and kiss the skin of her neck. “I need to taste you, Claudia.”
She gives a shaky laugh. “Then taste me.”
It’s all the invitation I need. I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently on it, remaining between her legs. Her demanding mouth distracts me from my goal of tasting her *. I move in and out of her, my senses filled with the friction of our bodies sliding against one another, of the scent of her arousal and the command of her lips. I don’t want my skin ever to leave direct contact with hers, but I also want this to be a night she remembers.
Sliding out of her body, I shift back onto my good knee and release her mouth as well.
“Ready?” I ask with a wicked grin.
“Petr!” she groans, tugging at my arms.
“Oh, no, Claudia. You tortured me for almost two months. My turn.” I maneuver between her knees and nudge them apart so there’s enough room for my shoulders. Pushing my hands under the plump rounds of her butt, I shift her hips into position and take a moment to observe the perfect flower before me.
Nuzzling my nose against her clit, I smile as she gasps. I nip at the swollen outer lips of her * before gliding my tongue along the inner lips. Dipping it into her core to taste her, I give a purely male, purely primal growl of satisfaction at the slick, sweet flavor of her. Flicking my tongue into her, I follow the inner lips upwards, and brush the hard button of her clit ever so gently.
She jerks and gasps.
I hold her still, satisfied to discover she’s so sensitive. I push two fingers into her core and begin stroking her g-spot while my tongue swirls around her clit. Her hands are clutching my hair, her sighs turning to pants as I alternate speed and pressure, until finally, she starts to beg.
“Torture,” I say and lift my mouth, thrilled by the way her beautiful body writhes.
“Please, please, please!” she groans and paws at my shoulders and upper arms. “Please go inside me, Petr.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say with a small laugh. Moving my way up her once more, I settle between her thighs and rest my torso weight on the forearms on either side of her head. The contact of our skin sends my sense skittering once more.
Her eyes are glazed, her need real enough that she’s squirming beneath me. She grabs my cheeks and pulls me down to kiss me. For once, Claudia is out of control, and I love the sight of it.
“You want me inside you?” I break away to whisper and meet her gaze.
“Yes!” she gasps. “I want to come with you inside me.”
The sense of being in the perfect place, of a connection deeper than our skin, too intimate to be natural, causes me to pause for a moment and gaze down at the face of a woman who somehow managed to claim my heart without me even realizing it.
She wriggles against my erection with a grin. “Now, soldier,” she whispers.
The moment snaps, and hunger takes over. I stop resisting the scream of my desire and kiss her hard enough to render her breathless before sliding into her body.
This time, I don’t stop thrusting until she arches beneath me, and she’s crying my name with her climax. Her * undulates around my erection, and I come shortly after her.
But it doesn’t stop there. It can’t. I need to experience every inch of her, to memorize how she moves when I touch her somewhere, to hear her gasp out my name again and watch her face flush when the orgasm takes her.
I roll onto my back and pull her with me. She kisses me hungrily, and I thrust upward into her once more.
The more I have her, the more I want her, and the consuming desire keeps us up almost until dawn. For hours we make love, rest and then make love again, learning each other’s bodies as I’ve never bothered to know anyone else’s.
As we doze off before dawn, it hits me why sex is so different with her. It’s more than Claudia accepting me for who I am. It’s more than lust or physical need. The connection that’s startled me with its intensity is one I never really expected to be so humbling or satisfying or compelling, I can’t get enough of her. In all our interactions, it never occurred to me that I might be falling in love with her, that my joke about her stealing my heart wasn’t really a joke at all.
Chapter Eighteen: Claudia
Petr’s not there when I wake up after a long doze. Light pours in from the large windows facing the backyard. The snow is coming down hard. I snuggle under the covers for a moment, breathing in our combined scents. The fire has died down, but it’s warm and comfortable in the massive bedroom. He has a wall of photographs, awards and other memorabilia from his time in the service. The ledge over the hearth is packed with pictures of his siblings and him, and photographs take up the space around genuine paintings from the Renaissance.
The wooden floor is covered with rugs of varying hues of blue. The accents and décor are in dark woods and blues. A seating area the size of my living room is near a massive walk-in closet, and there are two dressers and wardrobes along the walls. Cathedral ceilings feature wooden rafters and a smaller but similar wrought iron chandelier to the one in the foyer.