Page 127 of Beautiful Forever
Curving a hand around the back of her neck, her eyes flutter closed on a sigh when I feather soft kisses over her shoulder and down her arm. “What does that feel like?”
“It’s hard to explain. It’s like a tickle but more electric. It feels really good.”
I love how she owns her scars and doesn’t try to hide them. Syn survived unspeakable horrors and great loss, the reminders of those tragedies permanently branded into her skin. But when I look at her, all I see is perfection and a woman who is stronger than any person I know.
I get to the grafts on her side below her ribs. “Your body is living art. Your skin a canvas painted with pink watercolor.”
Her gaze lifts, and the passion behind her eyes punches me right in the chest. “I really like that description. I like how you see me.”
I want to tell her that she is all I’ve seen since the day we met. There hasn’t been a minute that has ticked by when she hasn’t occupied my thoughts. Even when I believed she was dead, she was always with me.
“Aleks?”
“Hmm?”
“Make me yours.”
Green light.
There is no teasing or preamble or build up. I grip her ass and bury my face in her pussy. And feast.
Syn claws the counter edge and cries out when I go straight for her clit, lapping the swollen nub with firm swipes of my tongue. I roughly thrust two fingers inside her and slide them along her inner wall, locating her G-spot with ease. It takes less than a minute before her delirious moans turn into screams of my name as her orgasm slams into her.
And I watch every second of it.
How her back curves, head thrown back, eyes closed, and scarlet hair spilling over the white quartzite countertop. Absolutely breathtaking.
“Holy shit.That was…”
“One.”
Her fingertips run through the short strands of my hair. “We’re counting my orgasms?”
I skim my nose across her trimmed pubis, inhaling her scent, drowning in it. “I can’t be beaten by a sex toy. Hendrix would never shut up about it.”
Her laughter lights me up. “Technically, if we’re counting orgasms, the tally comes to four.”
Licking a lascivious line from her mons to her mouth, she moans when I kiss her with a tenderness that belies the fierce desire consuming me. “Is that a challenge, Songbird?”
She sucks on my bottom lip and pulls. “Think you’re up for it?”
“You could say that.” Bracing her hips, I let her feel how fucking hard I am for her, and the smile that curves her lips is pure sin.
Happiness.
I realize that’s the emotion bursting through me as I kiss Syn stupid. Men like me don’t get happily-ever-afters, but by some miracle, this magnificent woman loves me.
Remembering how sensitive her breasts are, I spend long minutes softly kissing and caressing them. She’s still breastfeeding, and the stimulation causes milky beads to pearl.
“Aleksander,please.”
I take a nipple into my mouth and lightly bite down, enjoying how her entire body shudders. “Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
I could never deny her anything.
“With pleasure, wife.”
