Opening up one of the drawers in the cabinet, I fished out a silver foiled packet.

When I turned, Maeve curled into a ball then stretched her arms above her head, making a sound at the back of her throat that satisfied my senses. I could still taste her at the tip of my tongue, and I was not guilty that I wanted to taste her again. But if I didn’t bury myself inside her soon, I was going to combust without a touch. I needed her now more than I'd ever needed anything.

I made my way over to the bed slowly, watching her watch me with a hunger that resembled mine.

“Is this what you want?” I held up the condom between my fingers, standing at the edge of the bed. Maeve’s eyes fell on the packet with her bottom lip sucked between her teeth, before something very wicked flashed in her eyes. She sat up, then crawled her way over to me, eyes still full of unsatiated hunger and dark desires.

That look... That fucking look alone could make me bust. She was on all fours before me, eyes glued on my cock which was bricked and ready to take her. All of her.

It was hard not to admit to myself that I had never been this aroused, so turned on. It was reaching a point that it was beginning to hurt.

I had to physically restrain myself from coming, when her slender fingers wrapped around my length, and she peered up at me through her lashes.

“This is what I want.” She leaned forward, planting on open mouthed kiss on the head, and I bit back an animalistic sound that stirred from the back of my throat.

She didn’t take the hint—or perhaps just ignored it—and wrapped her lips around me, pushing my cock into the warm, deep cavern of her mouth and...and...

Holy shit–

My eyes shut briefly at the familiarity of her mouth, or maybe that tongue poking at the tip of my cock, and my abdomen tightened. I gritted my teeth together and threaded my fingers into her hair, grabbing the base of her neck to hold her still. I didn’t push myself deeper, or thrust into her mouth. I just held her against me, reveling in the feeling of her mouth wrapped around my cock. Although heavens knew I wanted to just shove it all down her throat.

I was sure if one could see heaven on earth, this was what it was going to feel like. So hot. So primal. So…Maeve.

She pushed back against my restraint, then drew me back in, sliding me deeper into her mouth, making my jaws tick. Every nerve ending below my hips was jolting with electric shocks. The grip, that tongue, and fuck, those eyes. She was staring up at me with an open challenge in her twinkling eyes. Taunting me, pushing me toward the edge.

Not yet.

A grunt tore through my lips and faded into the air as I fisted my hand into her hair to pull my cock out of her mouth.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth.” I told her, but she reached up again, like the greedy little kitten that she was, and ran her tongue over my throbbing tip that turned almost red, fisting the remaining in her grip. My balls tightened and hips reflexively jerked forward, into her hands.

"I want you to come in my mouth." Her words rolled down the flesh of my erection and she wrapped her fingers around me, but I kept her head away with my grip in her hair. Her fingers however, pumped my length. Tight, slow, warm.

If she didn’t stop doing that, I was going to come.

Fucking hell.

“Maeve,” I warned. Warned her to not push my buttons because I was beyond the will of self-control, but she made a groaning sound of disapproval at the back of her throat. As if all she wanted was to suck me off, like a good girl. I grabbed her chin and slid my thumb inside her mouth. She sucked at it fervently, as if accepting any substitute for my cock. “I’ll let you have it after I claim that pussy.”

A delicious moan slipped off her lips and I felt it in my bones, crushing through every layer of skin and wrecking my systems. It sent me into a frenzy of need, of suppressed desires and the next thing I knew was Maeve was on her back on the bed, and I was hovering on top of her.

“Ian…” My name rolled off her tongue as a breath, a plea, and I brushed my lips against hers, pressing our foreheads together. My cock jolted with awareness as her wetness seethed the underside. My hand slid down between us, and I cupped her greedy cunt, squeezing her hard. The scent of her dripping arousal tingled in the air around us, cocooning us into a bubble.

“I want to lose myself in you. Loose myself so deep that I can never be found again.” My words fell on her trembling lips, as I closed my eyes, not wanting to see whatever I would see in those wide honey eyes. Confusion, need, approval. “And if I don’t do it now, I will lose my goddamn mind.” I took her mouth with a hardly suppressed aggression, trying to show her, make her aware of the effect she had on me.

If it wasn’t obvious already.

Maeve moaned into my mouth and buckled her hips, pushing the tip of my cock inside her unexpectedly. I bit down on her lips, making her squeak.

“Stop. I haven’t–” I drew back and reached for the condom, but Maeve’s grip on my wrist stopped me.

“No,” she heaved, eyes boring into mine with a needy stare. “I want you like this.” She reached in between us to guide my tip toward her pussy. “I’m on pills, Ian." She arched into me, pushing me a little more through her folds until my hands were fisting the mattress on either side of her. "Please. I need to feel you inside me. I need to feel this— Ah!”

I plunged myself inside her without a warning, or a word, or another breath, and her back arched off the bed with a whimper that resonated throughout the room. Throughout me.

Everything below my hips hardened. “Fuck. So tight, baby.”

She was. Clamping and gripping me from all directions. Walls so warm and wet and needy that I closed my eyes briefly to just feel her. I didn’t thrust, or fuck. I just nestled myself inside her until I was sure she as okay and I wouldn’t bust already.

Her hands snaked around my neck, and fingers slipped into my hair, grazing my scalp in that way that had my balls tightening. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, losing my senses to it. Loosing myself to it.

“Y-you’re so warm.” Her hips buckled forward and pushed me deeper, making me bite down on her skin. She moaned into my ear, and then tightened her hold on me. “More. I need more, Ian. Please…”

The need to claim her, fuck her, and take her so hard until she couldn’t walk, slowly seeped out through the pores of my skin as I took in the desperation in her voice. So similar to the one stirring inside me. Every inch of my flesh was buried inside her, and she was holding me close, in a way that said she was feeling it too.

Everything that I was feeling.

The rage of imagining her with Michael subsided, and a new gentleness bloomed through my nerves.

I pushed up on my elbows to look down at her, her flushed face, with sweat beaded forehead, making me ache for her in a different way. In a way only she could help me get rid of it.

But first.

“Are you mine?” I asked her, trying to read the answer through her eyes before her lips could.

She blinked. Eyes wide and bright. Pupils dilating incredulously under my stare. When her lips pressed together, I just hinted a smile that ghosted her lips. I had never seen this look on her face. And I couldn’t read her now. She was so open, so bare before me. Yet, I couldn’t read her thoughts. Her fingers left my hair to rest against my jaws before her lips moved into a soft mumble.

“I’ve always been yours.”

For one brief second, a feeling washed over me. A déjà vu of a sort. And then it vanished.

Any remaining self-control broke free of my body and what was left behind was the suppressed need of wanting to take this woman and make her mine. To have her see stars and never want anyone after she became mine. And now, I had her word. A smile split across my face, as I leaned down to her ears.

“Then I’m claiming you,” I drew back, pulling all the way out, just leaving the tip in, then thrusting back into her, right up to the hilt. She cried out, and a groan slipped through my gritted teeth. “Mine.”

I pulled back, paused and shoved right back in, feeling her impossibly tight cunt swallowing my cock whole. Every thrust earning me a moan from her. Her walls tightened around me, flesh against flesh, clenching, trembling.

"Mine. Mine. Mine." I lost myself in her. Her scent, her cries, her warmth washing over me in waves after wave of unstoppable pleasure. I did not specify how good I imagined burying myself inside her felt in my dreams. Because this, I could have never imagined in my wildest dreams. And it was right. It felt so right. Like she was always meant to be here, with me. As mine.

“Oh, Ian…” Her hands found their way onto my back and her nails sank in, dragging them down my back, leaving a hot trail burning in its wake.

“You’re taking it so good. So good for me.” I grabbed her thighs and spread them for me, digging my hips into hers and sinking into her balls deep. I was pleased when Maeve recited my name—and a couple of broken curses—like her life depended on it. My own grunts deafened me, as I felt a piece of my soul being torn from me, crawling into her. I could possibly not get any closer to her, but fuck did I want to.

When I felt her walls quiver and legs shaking, I reached down between us, just above the point where she was swallowing me like a beast. I found her drenched clit, slippery and wet with our arousal mixed together, and circled the little bud until her walls bit down around my cock.

“Come for me. Let me have what belongs to me." I rubbed her faster, fucked her harder. "Give it to me, sweetheart.” I whispered into her ears, driving into her, deep and fast. Like a man possessed to worship only her. And like a secret spell whispered into her ears, she bowed off the mattress, digging her heels into my lower back, and fell apart beautifully under me.

She came all around me, milking me with her warm juices, panting and gasping for air, biting her lips to muffle her sweet moans. Seeing her like that pushed me over the edge, and before I knew, I was falling to my climax.

I was falling…hard.

I tried to slow down but the connection between my hips and brain seemed to be running slow. I kept thrusting. Emptying myself into her, riding us through our highs, pulsating every last drop out of her and me. And when I finally slowed down, I saw her honey brown eyes, lazily staring up at me.

I took her mouth into a kiss that spoke beyond words, or physical intimacy. It spoke so much about what I could not tell her, and whatever I wanted to tell her. Her tongue brushed past my lips, coiling with mine, and a pained voice tore through me, as my cock twitched inside her.

I pulled back first.

“That was…amazing.” She smiled, reaching up to run her fingertips down the side of my face. Her flushed face and swollen lips telling me just how sincere her words were.

I leaned down and pressed my lips against her forehead. “You were amazing.” My lips hovered over her skin for a moment before I reluctantly pulled back to return my eyes to hers. She still had that smile. And I had to admit it was the first time I had seen her smile and hold it on her face for so long. She looked young. She looked her age.

I returned her smile. And then, something unexpected slipped from her lips.

“I’m hungry.” Her smile blended into a soft pout, making me chuckle. It was hard to believe she was the same woman who was moaning my name a minute ago.

I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I found this piece of perfection. She was the woman every man dreamed of having. Or at least I dreamed of having. In any and every angle possible. And by some miracle, I had her now.

I kissed her pout away and whispered against her lips. “What do you want to eat?”

Her eyes sparkled anew as she whispered back. “You.”