Page 37 of Crimson Heart

“Actually, it isn’t. Given that we both enjoy having sex, I can’t surmise from this—” He made a circular motion indicating their conjoined bodies. “—that you feel the same.”

She let out a soft sigh. “I wasn’t expecting any of this. I don’t even understand why this happened so quickly. I just know what I feel is true. I love you.”

Her words soothed his heart, and he felt their truth permeate every cell in his body.

“But—” she added, making his heart stop in an instant. “I know what it means when one of our kind is in love. I know what it means for a woman… what comes with such a commitment… and I’m sorry, but I’m not ready for that… for babies.”

He let out a sigh of relief, and it felt like an anvil was lifting from his chest. “Oh, babe. You scared me there for a moment. I thought you were going to leave me.”

She smiled down at him, and he knew she was waiting for something else.

“If being with you means that I’ll have to wear a condom for the foreseeable future, so be it. I don’t think I’m ready to share your love with a litter of pups yet either.”

“You mean that?”

“I do, babe,” he agreed. “Now, how about you ride me, considering that you’re already in the right position?”

A position he loved, because it meant he could feast his eyes on her beautiful body and caress her, while she adjusted the rhythm and tempo to her liking. Charlotte began to move, lifting herself onto her knees, then impaling herself again. Every movement felt like diving into pure silk, her interior muscles wrapping around his shaft, imprisoning him, before giving him the illusion of releasing him, only to capture him again and draw him back into her tantalizing sheath.

With every movement, their bodies heated, and a thin sheen of perspiration covered their skin. Charlotte looked like she was in a trance, her head thrown back, her hair falling back over her shoulders, her breasts thrust toward him in invitation. He accepted it and took her breasts into his hands, squeezing them gently. They were firm and responsive as he kneaded them and rubbed his fingers over her nipples. They were hard like little pebbles.

Soft moans and sighs bounced against the bedroom walls like a symphony, while the pheromones Charlotte’s body produced wrapped around him like vines meant to imprison him. But it was a prison he didn’t mind being locked up in. On the contrary, he craved it. He craved Charlotte and everything she made him feel. She was showing him that he was capable of true, unconditional love, and of being loved just for who he was, not for who he should be. In her arms, he felt complete. The anger that had built up inside him over the past months dissipated. All that mattered to him now was Charlotte, to make her happy, to keep her safe, and to nurture their love for each other.

When Charlotte’s rhythm suddenly changed, he focused all his attention back on her. He let go of one breast and found her clitoris instead. He caressed her there, adjusting his movements to hers. She looked down at him then, her eyes full of passion, her lips parted, a ragged breath traveling up from her chest. He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life as Charlotte in the throes of passion.

“Oh, babe,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful.”

Suddenly, he felt her pussy spasm around his cock as she climaxed. He held onto the last fibers of his control, just long enough to roll them without separating their connection, and bring her underneath him. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, and gasps rolled over her lips. Her interior muscles were still spasming around his cock, but now he was in charge.

“I love it when you come with my cock inside you,” he told her.

“You always know what I need,” she replied. “Now let me give you what you need.”

He chuckled. “You already are.”

He changed the tempo of his thrusts now, driving harder and deeper into her quivering channel. Damn, this woman—his woman—made him hornier than hell.

“I love you, Byron.”

Her words did him in. He lost all control, and with his next thrust, he climaxed. For a moment, everything around him blurred. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say he was in heaven. Because for him, heaven was where Charlotte was.