Forever Valentine by Bianca D'Arc Page B

deeply. When he pulled back, she was dazed and breathless, just the way he liked her.
    “I wouldn’t dream of leaving you today, my love.” His words were spoken softly into the shell of her ear. “Or any other day.”
    “Ian!” She spasmed in his arms as he moved her up against the bathroom door, lifted her legs and wrapped them swiftly around his waist. Sparing only a moment to make certain she was ready, he pushed into her, joining them yet again in a fast and furious fuck up against the bathroom door.
    He moved hard against her, unable to take his time now that he had his woman in his arms and his cock where it most wanted to be. His arms supported her light weight as she surrendered to his mastery, crying out as he plunged deeper and deeper into her tight, wet heat.
    This wasn’t the torrid, teasing loving of the night before. No, this was even more primal. This was a claiming, a marking, a statement of ownership. And it worked both ways.
    Never before had a woman owned a piece of his heart or been part of his soul. Never before had he found himself so lost in a woman, he ceased to be aware of the rising sun. Never before had he needed to come inside his partner so badly, it was a physical ache.
    Ian felt he balls tighten the moment before he bit down on her neck, sipping lightly, knowing he’d been rough with his teeth the night before and wanting to at least make that up to her while his cock pummeled her pussy from below. But Jena was with him. She was crying out with every thrust, trying to move with him even though he held all the power in this position. She urged him on with her tightening inner muscles, holding him when he withdrew and clamping down on him when he slid home.
    As his teeth pierced her flesh and the amazing taste of her blood blossomed on his tongue, he thrust within her sheath one last time, holding tight as he came in a rush. She climaxed once more, with him, screaming low in her throat like a jungle cat, milking his cock with her spasming walls as he drank of her essence and filled her with his seed.
     
    Ian licked her neck, sealing the small wounds as Jena wound down from that incredibly fast peak. She held him with arms that felt like limp spaghetti, unsure if her legs would even support her after that amazing, continuous orgasm.
    “Oh, baby. I think I’m going to like being with you if that’s what I get first thing each morning.” She sent him a lascivious smile and winked as he drew back, rewarded when he chuckled and kissed her playfully on the nose. He needed to laugh more and she was just the woman to see to it.
    “I’d give it to you morning, noon and night, if I could.”
    “Hmm.” She licked the seam of his lips, sidetracked to his stubbly jaw as she kissed her way to his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth briefly. “So what time is it now?”
    He seemed to still, his muscles tensing a bit though he continued to hold her.
    “You know something? I don’t know.” He spoke as if this was some kind of big news and Jena drew back to study his shocked expression. He met her gaze and a smile started in his own. “I’m always aware of the position of the sun somewhere in the back of my mind, but you just blew it all to hell and back. I have no idea what time it is.”
    “Well,” she raised up just a tiny bit to look over his shoulder at the bedside table and the alarm clock that rested there, “what would you say if I told you it was almost eight o’clock in the morning?”
    “Damn.” The single word was laced with awe. “I’ve never felt this good—this awake—so late in the morning. My body’s usually shutting down by now.”
    He let her legs slide down toward the floor, but retained his grip on her so she wouldn’t fall. She was grateful for his support. She’d melted into a puddle after that last orgasm and wasn’t quite recovered enough to stand on her own just yet.
    “So my blood packs a punch then?”
    He swooped down to give her a smooching kiss.