He pressed a kiss to my knee, then slowly sat back again so he could take off his pants. The intensity returned to his expression as he bared himself for me, his eyes darkening with desire and focus.
“I have missed you, hellcat.”
“You’ve been with me pretty much since the moment I got back.”
He shook his head. “Not like this. We haven’t been alone in far too long.”
That was true for me and pretty much all of my men. For the most part, things were a group sport these days. I’d need to makea point to find alone time with each of them on a more regular basis so no one felt neglected.
You know, between saving the world and everything.
But for now, I needed to touch him, to reassure him that I wanted him the same way he wanted me. Intimacy was more than the act of sex. That’s what he needed right now. We weren’t simply trying to get off. This was about connection between two people who loved each other.
Brushing my fingers through his hair, I tugged him down so I could kiss him.
“I love you, Malice,” I whispered, my eyes opening to peer into his. I caught the second my words took hold, the vibrant violet going misty with desire.
“I love you more, Meredith,” he murmured, his voice a deep rasp.
His palm skated under the thin fabric of my top until he found my bare breast. A moan escaped as he pinched my nipple and rolled it between his fingers. I was aching for him.
“Please,” I murmured, reaching for his shoulders and wriggling so I could urge our bodies together. “I need you.”
From the feel of things, he needed me too. And I wasn’t just talking about the beautiful cock currently sliding through my folds.
His hunger poured out of him like a waterfall of the deepest red, followed by the softest blue of contentment, and the vibrant yellow of joy. But all of those paled in comparison to the brilliant burst of gold that came from his love. I wasn’t used to sensing feelings as colors, and maybe it was only because as soon as he slid inside me, we were connected mind, body, and soul, but I loved how completely we were joined.
“Fuck, Merri. You feel so perfect. You always do.”
I whimpered, momentarily overcome as the rush of his emotions combined with the sensations I was feeling. Wantinghim to stay in this moment with me, I fed my own back to him so that he could see just as clearly what he was doing to me.
“Look at you, taking me so fucking well,” he praised.
I lit up at the words. It didn’t matter how many times I heard them; being told I was doing something well made everything in me go warm.
“We’re made for each other, Malice,” I said against his neck before pressing my lips to the soft skin.
“I know. I just wish I’d realized sooner.”
Looking up at him, I said, “That doesn’t matter. We are here now.”
My heart could have burst at the adoration on his face. He lowered his lips to mine and wrapped one arm around me as he braced himself on the bed with the other. Then there was no more talking. We lived in the moment, relished each other’s bodies with long, drugging kisses and deep, slow thrusts of his hips. It wasn’t fucking. We were making slow and tender love in a way we had never done before. If he’d never uttered the words, I’d still have felt his love for me in the way he moved, the worshipful embrace, the passion-laced kisses.
Our climaxes arrived simultaneously, a perfect completion to the beauty of this experience. When we were both sated, my thighs trembling, his heart racing, he pressed one last kiss to my lips before moving off me and lying by my side. It wasn’t long before he pulled me onto his chest and began trailing his fingers down the length of my spine.
“Merri,” he whispered in the calm of our afterglow.
“Malice.”
“I need you to know something.”
“You can tell me anything.”
At first, nerves prickled at me, but he squeezed me tighter in reassurance.
“You being here, comforting me, ready to give me whatever I need... I’ve never had that from anyone.”
I didn’t respond because I could tell he was still gathering his words. I simply did what he’d done moments ago and gave him a squeeze.