Epilogue-5

A harsh spasm of passion and excitement rushed through me with the simple awareness of the hunger I had seen in his eyes, the growl that broke from his throat when I dropped the dress.. It set my blood on fire, flooded my senses with some lascivious thoughts at the mere idea of him observing me from behind.. I got to have this wonderful man for the rest of my life. I got to feel his gazes, caresses, kisses for the rest of my life. It was a thought enough to urge me to stay still for a second, to almost shiver of the thought that he was taking in the sight of me with nothing but a brief pair of lace panties and the white stockings to match.. A second.. Two.. And the rush of wind was heard; the sudden grip around my waist turning me, startling me with that speed of his.. A speed that backed me up against the large rock in a brief second, that took in the gasp that left my lips with a kiss of promise and claim.. It woke up something inside me, something that was alive and demanding only when with him; with my Christian.. I found myself clinging onto his shirt, onto its buttons, feeling him leave those delicious kisses on my lips, allowing me to taste him, to return with that same fierce that seemed to be vibrating through my bones.. I pulled and his shirt opened, feeling that groan break against my lips; his body pressing over mine in a way of holding me, trapping me, almost taking me. It was an instincts for my hands to slide down the satin surface of his skin, over the rugged muscles of his stomach until I pressed my fingers against his pants and undid them.. With his arms on both sides of me, hands pressed against the rock behind me, his eager kisses continued their trail down my neck, and despite myself, I couldn't hold back the sounds that left my chest, quivering with the raging beat of my heart.. But I put myself together enough to open my eyes, glance down at where my hands were; one spread against the golden muscles on his stomach, the other over the bulge straining his pants.. "Lana," A warning, a demand, a plead.. All in one. I moved my hand over his length, hearing the strained growl in his chest, the way he lost track of the kisses on my neck and pulled back a bit.. His eyes were closed, his face rigid with pleasure, with need.. His bare chest rose and fell in raged breaths, matching mine.. It was the most erotic sight I had seen.. This large man towering over me, yet melting against me.. His hair — a soft mess on his head, unkempt by my hands only.. And those lips.. Oh goodness, they dared me to lean closer like a fool, wishing another taste, another— The grip over my wrist was enough to pull my hand away from him.. Enough for him to take over the control.. To quicken my heartbeat and cause a rush of wicked tremors down my spine. With one swift movement, his fingers tightened around the sides of my panties and he pulled.. Easily enough, he had them in pieces.. A technique of his that I had grown used to, yet still found irresistible enough to allow a moan pass my lips loud enough for him to look at me, scan my face and lean close enough for our breaths to meet. "You seem determined to make me take you against this rock." A slight smile curved my lips, and it seemed enough for him to lose all tolerance he had left. In a split second, with hands over my bottom, he lifted me in his arms; my legs tightly clenching around his hips. "Is that it?" A slight laugh gurgled in my throat, and it effected him enough to lean me back against the rock. "You can't." I reminded, escaping the intense raven eyes as I nipped on his lip instead. "I'm a lady now, remember? Ladies don't—" "My lady is daring me far too much for me to resist.." His voice was hoarse and I knew I had achieved my goal.. But then our eyes met and he read exactly what I was thinking. "There's a bed—" But I didn't want to hear about beds. I was naked in his arms, pressed against that large rock, underneath the opened sky and damned desperate for him. I kissed him instead and with that expressed better than I could with words, I tasted him, taking him in. My Christian. My husband. A hum vibrated in my throat with that thought and he kissed me deeper, maddened by the way I pulled on his hair and demanded more.. Just more. And then he entered me, filled me, fit into me with one perfect thrust, perfect slide.. There was a gasp leaving my lips at the feel of his length so wonderfully filling that I almost failed to meet his eyes.. But I did, I did the very moment when another one of his sharp groans broke free as he thrust home once again.. Again and again. "Goodness, Lana," He then found another few words, rough words, low words.. Those between a prayer and a cuss. While all I could do was hold him— hold onto him with my arms around his neck, my body melting against his, burning against his.. I failed to keep my eyes opened, my head straight.. Not with that rhythm he caught, with that strength he pounded; fingers buried against the flesh of my hips, lips vibrating against mine, allowing murmurs, promises, ridiculous prayers leave him. I pressed my head back, feeling his warm kisses down my neck, my chest, my breasts, losing my sense of reality with the pleasure that climbed up my legs, pulsing eagerly between them with each of his thrusts.. "Look at me, my love," With fingers tightly clenching his hair, I managed to peek underneath my lashes, to meet those raven black eyes that thrived with pleasure, darkened with desire. "God, you're perfect." And lips found mine once again as he pumped deeper, harder, intoxicating me with that kiss, having me trembling in his arms with that pleasure that spilled that very moment.. Nothing about the sounds that left my throat were decent, about the wanton way I held onto him and begged him for more, drove him just as wild with lust, just as lost with need.. "Oh goodness, Christian.." My voice failed, words disappeared. I looked him in the eyes; he gave me more. "I love you. I—" My hair fell over his face when he buried his face at the crook of my neck, when his lips did a thing that had me lose track of my thoughts.. I just felt him, only him, and it was all that mattered.. Felt his hips move harsher, his thrust deeper and his shoulders going rigid against my hands as he came home one final time. And I came with him once more, blood boiling, heart pounding in my chest, right against his. He didn't let go. No, he only held me tighter, moving his lips against mine so that he kissed me harder, so that I felt his words before he even said them.. "I love you, my Lana." A pant, a sharp breath there against mine.. His eyes delirious when they met mine, body burning against mine, together with mine.. As one. "I love you so much, my love." But it was his eyes that promised: Tonight, and for the rest of our eternity.. Bound as one. The End.