Tempted & Taken (Men of Haven #4)(85)

“Don’t come,” he growled. “Wait for me.”

She moaned and added more pressure, gaze shuttling between the beauty of his muscled body kneeling tall above her in the moonlight and the rapt craving on his face. “I’m close.”

“You’ll be closer before I give you my cock.” He gripped his shaft with one hand and squeezed her thigh with the other. “Slide your fingers inside. Show me where you want me.”

Eagerly, she dipped her fingers and pushed two inside, desperate for the fullness she longed for, but finding her own touch sadly lacking. She whimpered and circled her hips. “It’s not enough.”

“I know, baby. But I want a taste and you’re going to give it to me.” He gripped her hips, dragged her close enough the fine hairs along his thighs tickled her ass and guided her hand to his mouth. “Best of both worlds.” He licked one finger and teased the side of his cock against her clit still damp from her juices. “The taste of you in my mouth and your hot pussy teasing my dick.”

Her hips surged on reflex, a low grated moan dragging up her throat as she banded her legs around his hips. She lifted her hips, angling to catch the tip of him at her entrance, but the one hand he kept on her hip held her just out of reach. God, but she loved the feel of him bare. Of all the changes in their relationship the last few weeks, deciding they were ready for a commitment befitting the trust of skin-to-skin contact had been the most intimate. Until now. “Knox. Please.”

Pulling both her fingers into the wet heat of his mouth, he sucked her clean, eyes closed and savoring every drop. Through it all he undulated his length against her swollen clit, driving her higher and higher with every stroke. Only when he’d lapped and sucked every inch, did he kiss the center of her palm and guide her hand to his chest. He leaned over her, relinquishing his hold on her hip to anchor his hands beside her. His dog tags fell on her sternum with a soft jingle, the metal a welcome chill against the fire burning her from the inside out.

Frozen in place, he stared at them a moment, thoughts she couldn’t identify moving across his face. “You’re mine now.” He lifted his gaze to hers, the resoluteness in his eyes searing straight to the heart of her. “Mine to keep. To protect. Always.” He shifted his hips and she nearly wept at the tip of him prodding her entrance.

She flexed to take him, rolling her hips in welcome. When he held himself back, she sunk her nails into his shoulders and dug her heels into his ass. “Please.”

He nudged forward just a fraction. Enough to make her muscles flutter in anticipation, but not enough to ease the ache. “Take them off me.”

She moaned and writhed beneath him, the odd command not penetrating beyond the need to feel his length inside her. “Take what?”

“My tags.” He slid one hand behind her head and gently fisted her hair, forcing her eyes to open and her gaze on him. “Take them off.”

Stunned by the intensity in his eyes, she forced her fingers to release the death grip she’d placed on his shoulders and smoothed her shaking fingers to the thick chain around his neck. “You never take them off.” Not ever. Not in the shower. Not at night. Not when they were together. And from what the other women had said, the rest of the brothers were the same.

Never.

His hips pressed forward, notching himself inside her. “Do it.”

She lifted the chain up and he ducked his chin. The second it cleared his head, he pinned his gazed on hers and commanded, “Put them on.”

Oh. My. God.

She’d understood his claim. Understood the importance of tonight and what her words had meant to him, but until that moment, she hadn’t understood what he was trying to say. What he was trying to show. Knox wasn’t just claiming her, he was giving her himself. Showing his love the best way he knew how.

Fingers trembling, she lifted the chain over her head. The tags’ heavy weight rested on her chest, a brand searing deep beneath the skin. She moved her hands away from their smooth surface and splayed her hands against his chest.

Pride and possessiveness filled his expression and when his focus shifted to her eyes it was as if something between them locked into place. He held her gaze and inched his hips forward. Filling her with agonizing slowness. “Mine.”

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, needing his inherent strength to anchor her through the moment. “Yours.”

Deeper he pressed, slowly taking what she freely offered and burning it into her memory in a way not even death could steal. He filled her to the root and lowered his mouth to hers. “Swear to me, Darya. Swear you won’t ever run and you’ll let me keep you safe.”

There it was. The vulnerability laid bare in the most intimate of moments. No matter what it cost her. No matter what the future brought the two of them, this was the moment she chose him for her own and took a stand beside him. “Never.” She banded her arms and legs around him, tangling her fingers in his hair and holding his head to hers. “I’m yours. Completely.”

In one consuming move, he took her mouth and ground his hips against hers, sealing her vow in the most physical and delicious of ways. Every sensation catapulted her to the very edge, hovering toward a monumental free fall. His kiss. His hard body moving against hers. His iron and velvet length tunneling in and out of her wet sex. No more was this about anticipation or sex. This was about two people becoming one. A joining of heart as well as flesh and vows spoken without a single word.