I’m ravenously hungry for her.
When Mel showed up wearing a dress that looked like it would be more at home at an award show for adult entertainment, I knew that she was fucking with me.
All through dinner, the top of the champagne-colored silk moved, just barely revealing the dusky pink of her nipples, before she’d manage to tug it up again.
That, and the slit on her dress, showing all of her powerful thighs…
I knew the second I saw her, there was no way she had on any underwear. Nothing would fit under a dress like that.
I was rather proud of myself, actually, for not fucking her right on the table as soon as she got there.
Now, I am ready to fuck her. I’m ready to show her exactly what I can do for her.
And exactly how it could be between us.
Yet I take the time to pull the zipper as gently as possible down the back of her dress. Mel shivers and steps out of it when it pools around her legs.
I follow the curve of her shoulders with my fingers down to her hips, pulling the gold silk off of her inch by inch.
When I’m done, I lean back to admire my handiwork.
She looks fucking gorgeous in nothing but jewels and heels.
When my fingers graze the flesh, she turns towards me and twines her arms behind my neck. Her wide eyes look up at me, and my engorged cock presses painfully against the seam of my pants.
‘Your sunshine? After all this time?’ She nips a line of kisses down my chest, and I let her, thinking if she needs a conversation, this is the worst way to convince me of it. My chest is expanding, filling with air and lust and a flame of fire so hot it’s scorching.
I hitch her legs up my body and drag her so close there is not a hair’s breadth of space between us, and she melts into me. Her breasts smother my breath, the air stalling in my lungs.
I tip her head up to mine and let my lips lap over hers. She moans in the back of her throat and responds before pulling away.
Her hands stroke my skin, down the middle of my stomach, and straight to my girth, where she wraps her hands, her thumb skimming over my hard-on.
I groan into her lips and jerk my lips from hers. Her eyes are soft and watching, gliding over my face as pleasure bunches my stomach and I pull away from her grasp.
She gives a disappointed little mewl, and I suck at the line of her jaw, flicking my tongue from her neck to her collarbone, sucking the flesh into my mouth and soothing with the swipe of my tongue when she moans.
‘You know you are.’ I heft her into my arms. ‘You know you have always been.’
The pounding of my heart didn’t let up, the singing of my blood didn’t lessen, and I knew even then before I’d slipped into her that it never would. It would be just like the first time. Maybe better.
I could never be certain of anything with this woman.
The thought makes me harden even more, but there’s a desperation in my chest that I also need to soothe.
I need to know that she’s mine.
I need to know that she knows she’s mine.
I press her back on the bed. She falls, her breasts bouncing, the diamonds around her neck twinkling in the light.
Her eyes look at me with a question. “Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?”
I smirk at her. “Not yet.”
With one hand, I pull my belt out. I lean over her, still dressed, and use the belt to bind her hands together.
Mel’s eyes widen as I pull back. “Xander…”
I stop her with a kiss. “Do you trust me?” I whisper.
Her eyes widen, and there’s a heartbeat when I don’t know what she’s going to say, but eventually she nods.
“Yes.”
“Good,” I grin.
I lean back then, and I pull apart her legs. I want to watch her as she comes, then I want to fuck her with my tongue. When she’s wet and moaning, then, and only then, will I give her my cock.
I press my fingers into her, moaning at the wetness I find. She shivers, and the movement makes her breasts jiggle.
I watch as I slowly press my fingers in again, my thumb working her clit, as she pants.
“Xander,” she moans.
“I know, baby,” I murmur. “How about one, to take the edge off?”
She’s close. I can feel it in the way she clenches around my fingers. I press on her clit again, and she gasps.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
I don’t let her recover. I move forward, throwing her legs over my shoulders. As she moans, I lap at her center.
“Xander, I can’t,” she pants.
I lean up and glare at her. “You will. You’ll fucking come as many times as I tell you to. Understand?”
She moans in response.
I lap at her clit, moving down to press my tongue inside her. I reach up, gathering her breasts in my hands, pinching and kneading and tugging on her stiff nipples.
“Oh god. Xander…”
“Come for me, Mel,” I murmur again. I punctuate my words with teeth on her clit, biting softly as I pinch her nipples.
She screams my name this time. I feel her clench around my tongue, licking every scrap of her orgasm as she comes.
When I feel her shuddering cease, I pull back.
Mel’s chest is flushed red, and she’s panting. Her eyes look glazed, and she’s staring at me like she can’t believe what just happened.
I grin at her. “Ready for another, baby?”
“No, I can’t…”
“You can, Mel. And you will.”
With that, I start to undress.
I let her take her own perusal, her eyes roving over my chest as I take my shirt off. I let her feed her eyes for a while on that which had been pressed insistently into her so many times before, letting her see my cock as I free it from my pants.
I’m so hard. Having her look at me like this, like I’m her own personal feast, makes me even harder.
Mel purses her lips. ‘You’re handsome. Sometimes, I think I forget or maybe dull that memory of just how fine a specimen of manhood you are.’ She murmurs, her tongue darting over her lips. She leaves a line of wetness that I want to follow with my own tongue.
But I don’t. Because her words have me engorging even more, an unapologetic bulge that’s going nowhere straining at her.
She licks her lips again. There’s no pretending I have no idea what she’s referring to.
‘Do you want it?’ I ask, dragging her back into my arms, my thumb stroking her nipples, firing between us, heating the sheets and the air, and setting our skins aflame. I take her hands out of the belt, and she uses them to rake her nails down my chest.
She giggles, her eyes lighting up with mirth in a way I haven’t seen directed at me in years. It makes me feel a million times bigger than I am. I like it.
I want to make her giggle that way again. It does things that are not strange but new to my insides. Things I never thought I’d feel again.
‘Do I want it? He asks.’
Before she can blink, my hands go straight to her thighs, spreading them wide enough to bury my head between them again. My lips meet the entrance of her vagina walls, and she gasps.
I feel her raise her upper body in reaction to the ecstasy she just felt, and instantly crumble back to the bed.
Her breathing stops and hitches in her throat, her hands clutching tightly to the sheets.
I dig my tongue into her again, rocking her walls over and over again, her eyes rolling into her head, her hands curving
and scratching my back as she wriggles in pleasure, burying my head deeper..
I pull away at intervals, tease her clit while stroking a finger over her folds. She’s wet and getting wetter as I brush my fingers over her.
I thrust a finger into her, and her back arches off the bed, her chest heaving, her breasts wobbling with the movement.
Her pink nipples are taut and tight like little berries. And all I want to do is eat. I graze my tongue over one and then suckle it between my lips.
My fingers keep up their torture inside her, sinking and withdrawing, until her cry is a breathy rasp of moans and pants.
‘Stop teasing Xander. You know what I want.’ She lifts her hips into my hands. ‘Fuck me, fuck me hard and fast. I’ve missed you inside me.’
The words nearly send me over the edge, and she must feel the same way because the scent of her arousal wafts up between us, and I know I just have to taste her. I need to have her on my tongue; I crave the tangy taste of her on my lips, like an addict with their drug of choice.
She’s mine, and there’s no weaning me off her. Or her off me, because this is the cry, the wetness, the abandon of a woman who needs a man, who’s willing to take as much as she gives.
I take my lips off her nipple and blow a warm stream of air over the flesh.
She blinks her long lashes open and watches me as I kiss my way down her body again, stopping at her navel to shower a flurry of deep kisses there.
She cups my head and allows her fingers to anchor into my hair as I continue blazing a torch of heat over her skin, down to the apex of her thighs, where I kiss around my fingers.
The little dark dot beside the neat trim of hair, her clit that seems to be pulsing, the weeping lips that let me know she’s enjoying this as much as I am. And then, finally, I pull my fingers from her and sink my tongue inside her, again.
I bring her there, right to the edge, then I pull back.
The woman before me is exactly as I want her. Needy. Panting.
Desperate for me.
This is the woman that I could never forget. This is Mel, my Mel, the person that I’ve had a thousand fantasies about. The woman who keeps me going.
My sunshine.
I want her sun to steal over my skin and bring back the light that she is. I want her warmth to remind me of all the things I had forgotten. To remind me why I’d risk my men for her.
Why I wanted her enough to beg that she stay, and I want to remind her of all she’d missed by running away from me.
‘Do you want me to use a condom?’ I growl, barely coherent, already tipping my hand to the bedside table.
Her hand falls over mine, and I stop. She shakes her head, her eyes gleaming like jades in her face. ‘It’s useless, isn’t it? We’ll need an heir to appease our fathers. Best to start now.’
I hate the words. I don’t need to get my wife pregnant to please a pair of men, whether they are the two most powerful men I know or not.
Whether they’re our parents or not. But what I do want to do is take Mel without any restrictions between us.
And her reasoning might be flawed, but this is not the time to try convincing her.
I shake her hands off mine, bristling with anger.
I keep my jaw tight as I take off my trousers rapidly, my chest rising and falling from more than anger as my eyes track her flushed body.
I drag her hips towards mine, and ram into her without warning, all the way to the hilt, her body parting around me, wet and tight and snug like a glove.
‘Il mio raggio di sole.’
She clenches around me, harder and harder, tighter and wetter, as I snap my hips into hers, taking her like I’ve always wanted to. Her cries are exhaled from parted lips, her legs hitching up my ass, digging in and encouraging me.
She pulls me into her, raking her fingers across my back hard enough that I feel the bite of pain, and finally, her insides clench tight around me. She bends her head into my shoulder, sinking her teeth in hard as she shatters around me, splitting open as the force of her orgasms drags her under.
My breathing is ragged, and the sound of our sharp, fast breathing fills the room, the smell of sex biting and baiting my senses, sending me into a spiral that has my hips slapping against her, pulling away from her, and then sinking back in, forcing my way through the slick wetness of her body in the grasp of an orgasm.
Soon enough, my balls tighten, and a tingling begins from the tips of my fingers and sweeps its way over my body like waves over the ocean, drenching pleasure so sharp and hard that a scream unlocks in my throat and tears its way out of my tightly secured lips.
I roar, coming inside her. Her body, still cinched around mine, goes taut when the first spill of my seeds coats her insides.
And even as I jerk into her, I hope this very seed sprouts the heir she so desperately wants to provide.
‘Possa il tuo grembo germogliare il meglio di noi, Mio Sole.’
May your womb sprout the best of us, My Sunshine. It is a fervent prayer and a plea.
I jerk awake suddenly. There’s a bang at the door, and I freeze, listening, my heart constricting in my chest. It’s oddly silent after the bang and my first reaction is making sure Mel is safe.
She isn’t in bed, but there’s the sound of water rushing in the bathroom to let me know where she is. The sheets are slightly warm when I pat around, which means she’s just been out of bed.
I groan and decide the flush of anger I’m feeling really isn’t her fault, but after our night together, I’d at least expected to wake up to her in my arms. Not already washing away evidence of the night in the cold light of the morning.
I push my feet out of bed and ignore the voices at the door. I can hear Alec’s husky baritone already. Ryder won’t let them up here, not with Mel up here with me.
I pull a robe off the bedpost and slip my arms into the holes. I pad over to the bathroom door and push it open as slowly as possible. Mel is in the shower stall, her hair wet as she washes her scalp, her back turned towards me.
My cock responds as it always does when she’s in close proximity, lengthening against the front of my robe, a solid tent, my blood revving like a Harley in my ears, and my heart beating, thumping, and strong.
Her hair is streaming behind her, steam from the warm water coating the glass of the stall.
All I can see is the outline of her body, but my body remembers her, tight and panting around me, her body needing mine as much as I need hers. Chasing her release, her legs tight around my ass.
Almost as though she can sense my presence, her back goes stiff, and she swivels towards me. I step towards her and open the bathroom door, stepping in there with her.
‘You didn’t think I’d want you this morning?’ I let my eyes drop to her wet lips, watch as she catches a drop of water with her tongue, and follow the line of my eyes.
She swallows like she always does when she’s nervous. Or needy. Or just before she mewls as she cums around me.
‘I didn’t think it was a good idea for us. For me.’
The swell of anger clogs my throat. ‘You’re not going to pull away like you always do, are you?’
‘I don’t want to. We hurt each other. We always do. We never stop. This was a bad idea. You know it, but you’ll never agree.’ Her words are as angry as mine, and her stare is almost stern.
I tug her into my arms, washing the shampoo from her hair. Once the suds are completely gone, I take her lips with mine in an angry kiss.
She responds, the full globes of her breasts pressed into my chest and the taut points of her nipples poking into my chest.
When she’s raking a hand through my hair, her mouth following the lead of my questing lips, I pull away from her and turn away without a word.
I know she’s right. I don’t agree with her, but I can’t have an argument with a naked Mel. It’s taking all of my self-control, just keeping my arms from sliding down her body. Just stopping my pulsing cock from sinking into her warmth.
I pull the robe off and drop it to the floor, thundering out of the bathroom. By the time I pull some clothes on and make it downstairs, Alec and Knox are gathered in my kitchen, warm cups of coffee in their hands.
I pour one for myself, grimacing the entire time, my teeth grounding down.
‘Why the hell do I wake up to the both of you here?’ I snap at Alec when he shifts a step closer to me. He doesn’t seem to care about the rage in my voice.
He jabs a pointed look at Romero, who seems to have stood guard the entire time while Mel spent the night with me. ‘What’s he doing here?’
‘Isn’t it obvious, Alec? Somewhere up there is Mel, and this early in the morning, we both know what that means.’ Knox breaks in.
I clench my jaw and take a drink of the coffee. There’s the constant buzz of rage lurking somewhere in my body, spreading steadily through my body.
Maybe because finding she had slipped out so early out of my bed had brought back memories of the last time she had disappeared from my life.
Or maybe because I’d been looking forward to waking up with her snuggled into my arms, smelling of woman and the light zing of lavender that was Melissa Sedric.
And how the hell had I been so lost in sleep that she had slipped out of bed without me feeling anything? That kind of sleep got a man killed in his own home.
And the last time I’d had that kind of sleep had been exactly the last day she’d been in my bed. Six fucking long years ago.
Alec is still watching, his eyes flitting between me and the clap of footsteps on the stairs. He strides over and drops the cup of coffee on the kitchen counter while my heart keeps beating with the sound of her on the stairs.
‘I hope you know what you’re doing, Xander. It’s not just your heart on the line this time. There’s more than an empire on your shoulders.’ His words are almost whispered, but they scissor their way under my skin in many ways.
I have responsibilities now. And Melissa will be part of them soon enough. It’s time to see her as she really is.
Just business. One I want to bind to me at all hours of the fucking day, but still just business.
Besides, if I’m not careful, I might end up hurting her too, with my almost obsessive need for her.
