Chapter 34

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

TRISTAN

I carry her into the house like it’s our wedding day. Loki and Luna go nuts when they see me, but for once, I can’t stop to greet the dogs. My adrenaline is rushing from what I did—what I had to do. All I could think about during the whole time was Maya.

I can’t let her go. I tried, didn’t I, dammit?

Neither of us mentions the rainwater drenching the floor as I carry her up the stairs and to her room. When I lay her down, she grabs my neck and pulls me on top of her. We collapse into another kiss, this one even hotter than the last.

Her perfect curviness shifts against me as my cock floods with passion. I drive against her pants, then reach down and grab the button, pulling it loose.

“I need you,” I growl, kissing her neck and moving farther down her body.

“N-need?” she whimpers.

“Need.”

I kiss down her body until I’m at her thighs. I’m sure I can smell the scent of her pussy, the primality of it calling to me, making me even wilder than I already am. Pulling her pants down, I kiss her thighs, already tasting her tangy, needy wetness.

She leans up on her elbows, looking down at me.

“You’re so perfect,” I groan, tossing her pants aside and then grabbing her underwear. “So … damn …”

I can’t even finish the sentence when I pull her underwear down to reveal her slick core. Her hole is soaked, her wetness so tempting I almost explode right away.

“Hmm,” she moans, a note of urgency in her voice like she needs me to hurry up.

“The first moment I saw you,” I tell her, kissing up her thigh, getting closer and closer to her sweet hole. “I knew I had to have you. I followed Loki.”

I kiss her again, so close to her swollen-with-lust lips. She makes the most ball-tingling moaning noise.

“Followed him to you, Maya. I saw you standing at the window. I saw you, and I knew. Maybe I tried to fight it. Maybe I thought I was going nuts, but deep down, I knew I could never let you go.”

Her moans get even more passionate when I stop kissing her thighs, moving onto her sweet slit instead. She shudders as I slide my tongue from her hole up to her clit, taking my time with her folds, knowing as I taste her, I’m right.

She’s mine. She belongs to me. Last night made me realize that. No, I already knew. It was impossible to ignore.

“Sanity, insanity,” I growl, sucking on her clit as her body vibrates from the pleasure. The past, the future … It doesn’t matter. Just us, Maya. Just now.”

I slide my hand across her soaked pussy, making my finger slick, and then bring it to her entrance. The entire time, I’m licking and teasing her clit, my perfect girl twitching against me. I can feel the inexperience in her body chasing the release wildly, without shame.

We both want this. Need this.

“The … first … moment?” she moans, staring wide-eyed down at me.

“The first breath I took after seeing you felt different,” I snarl, fucking her tight hole with my finger.

She tries to respond, but when I start licking and tugging her clit, still fucking her tight wet hole, she can’t speak. She buries her hands in the sheets and starts pumping her hips, grinding her pussy up and down my face.

Finally, everything stops. Her pleasure turns her moans breathy. I want to look up, to savor the sight of her giving into this ecstasy, but her pussy is too damn addictive, and her release is too sweet.

Her orgasm makes her even more soaked, flooding her, and then I stand up, staring down at her slick thighs.

“Let’s see those big, bouncy tits,” I snarl as I reach for my shirt.

She sits up, slowly pulling up her T-shirt. Both of us are shaking. Maybe we both know how important this is. After everything, she still wants me. She doesn’t care I’m a killer. She doesn’t care about Vanessa or any of that crap.

It’s just us. Me and Maya, my woman.

When her big, beautiful tits spill free, I tear off my jeans, my cock springing free. I immediately fall atop my woman, bringing my mouth to one of her nipples and sucking it as I massage her other tit. I can feel my precome trailing up her thigh as I kiss up her plump tit, up her neck, and find her lips again.

She pauses, and I wonder if she thinks it’s weird, tasting herself on me. Then she trails her hands through my hair and holds tightly onto my cheeks like she never wants to let go, never wants this kiss to end.

I reach down with one hand, kissing her all the while as I grab my throbbing base and guide my tip to her hole. She makes that sweet, tempting-as-fuck gasping noise as I grind my dick against her entrance, stroking and teasing.

She reaches up and squeezes onto my shoulders, digging her nails in, all but screaming at me to stop the suspense.

Oh, fuck …

When I glide into her, hot pleasure rushes up my dick, my tip pulsing so hard I think I might explode. She bites down, closing her eyes. For a second, I think it might be too much for her.

Then she opens her eyes with the most captivating smile, her eyes searing into me with so much heat, such a sense of belonging. I lean down and kiss her again as I slip even deeper, feeling her clinging tightly to me like she never wants to let go, never wants this to end.

I roar, breaking the kiss. I can’t keep up the softness as our bodies slam together faster, sweaty, hot, the pleasure rushing through us both. Her big, gorgeous tits are bouncing with each thrust, her eyes widening each time, over and over, as if she’s getting closer to a release that will change everything.

“I knew,” I groan, her walls fluttering needily around my dick, her depths pulsing as she caresses the head of my cock. “The … moment … I … saw … you.”

She opens her mouth to let out the sweetest moan I’ll ever hear. Looking down at my cock sliding sweetly into her, I growl as I see her thick, white release flowing down my length.

The night catches up to me, the violence, the agony. It catches up, but then it dies. Nothing else matters.

“I love you,” I snarl, unable to hold back anymore as my seed rushes up my shaft.

“I love you too,” she moans, bouncing up and down on my dick, her cheeks flushed, her neck red too, everything filled with her red hot passion.

“Oh … my … God .”

I collapse atop her, needing the contact, my hips pounding into her, completely lost in her curvy body. I lean back so I can watch her take me. My entire length blazes, and come erupts out of me in wave after wave as I let go.

When I finally pull out, she whispers, “Did you mean it?”

I lean down and kiss her again. “I. Love. You.”

“Really?” she whispers.

Suddenly, I turn away, searching for my pants. I grab the ring box and turn back to her. She’s sitting naked on the side of the bed, her thighs glistening with both our releases.

“My mom gave me this before she passed,” I tell Maya, falling to one knee, not giving a damn that I’m naked. “She told me, when I found the right woman, not to hesitate. I love you, Maya. I was going to throw it in the fire.” Throw us in the fire. “But I can’t. I couldn’t. I loved you the first moment I saw you in that window when I saw the love between you and Loki. I’ve just been trying to fight it.”

“You’ve had a tough night,” she whispers, her voice wavering with hope and raw emotion. “Don’t rush into anything you’ll regret.”

“The only thing I regret is pretending I could ever resist you,” I tell her, opening the ring box.

She gasps, staring at the elegant princess-cut diamond, the white-gold band glinting in her eyes.

“Are you?—”

“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” I growl. “I was sure the second I saw you. Marry me, Maya. No more messing around. No more doubt. No more pain.” I take her hand, holding it passionately. “Marry me.”

Finally, after a pause that has me wondering if I’ve made a mistake, tears make her eyes glisten. She offers me her hand, nodding, clearly too overwhelmed with warmth and happiness to speak.

Once I’ve slid the ring onto her finger, she leaps at me, her hands roaming over my body. We don’t need to get undressed the second time.