“It wouldn’t have been the end,” Tate told her firmly. “I would have come after you, used everything I had to make you want to be with me. Somehow, I would have worn you down eventually,” he finished confidently. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I needed you, baby. I would have lost my mind if there was no hope.”
Her heart was so full of love that Lara thought it would explode. “I love you, Tate Colter.”
“Christ, baby. I worship you. I adore everything about you. I don’t know how you couldn’t have known how I felt about you.”
She leaned back and looked into his eyes. “Maybe because I was so head over heels in love with you. Fear is a powerful motivator.”
“I wouldn’t know,” he teased. “I think the only thing that’s ever truly terrified me is you leaving me.” He grasped the back of her head, pulled her into him and crushed her mouth with his.
He kissed her as though he were making a vow, as if he’d never let her go. His tongue swept into her mouth and he slanted his mouth over hers again and again, until Lara was out of breath and panting.
“I need to be inside you, Lara. Now,” he demanded as he pulled his mouth from hers. His breathing was rough and heavy.
“Yes.” She fumbled with her jeans frantically, needing him so desperately that it was painful. “Please, Tate.”
They stripped at what was probably a record speed, a tangle of legs and arms, as they tore at their own clothes and each other’s.
Lara’s heart beat frantically, her breathing hot and panting as she looked at Tate, completely nude. She put her hands on his shoulders and ran her palms all the way down his chest and abdomen. “God, you’re a beautiful man.” She brushed her fingers over his hard, heavy cock and wrapped her fingers around him. “I can’t believe you love me.”
“Believe it,” he answered in a low, desperate voice. “You’re mine, Lara. You’ll always be mine.”
She couldn’t argue with his arrogant comment. Her heart would always belong to him. She squeezed his cock gently. “Does that mean this is mine?” she asked seductively, loving the way his eyes flared as she teased him.
“Everything. This whole body is yours, flaws and all,” he rasped. He slid his fingers down between her thighs and stroked through the wet heat that greeted him and groaned. “Mine. All mine,” he said greedily.
“Then take it,” she begged him, needing to feel him, be connected to him.
He kissed her hard on the mouth before he turned her body and placed her hands on the arm of the couch. She closed her eyes as she felt Tate cup her ass, and stroke over it roughly.
“Hold on, baby. I don’t think I can hold back right now,” he warned her in a husky tone.
“No holding back,” she demanded, wanting him to take her rough, make her his.
She gasped as his fingers plunged between her thighs, stroking through her folds to tease her clit. He moved through her heat possessively, covetously. Two of his fingers dipped into her channel, curled around the sensitive place inside her that made her go completely insane. “Tate,” she whimpered, needing him to make her come. Her body was tight and she trembled.
“Tell me, Lara. Tell me.” He kept up his rough, sensual assault.
“I love you,” she cried out, throwing her head back as he intensified the pressure to her clit, and fucked her with his fingers—harder, faster, stroking over her g-spot with every pump.
“Oh, God.” Her body convulsed.
“Come on my fingers, Lara. Let go,” he commanded.
She didn’t have much of a choice. Her climax hit her hard and fast, intensifying as Tate removed his fingers and impaled her with his cock. His groan of ecstasy had Lara rocking back against him. She clenched the fabric of the couch as she felt her body coil tightly again.
“I can’t come again,” she panted wildly. Everything was so intense, so overwhelming that she was certain she’d break apart.
“You can and you will,” Tate growled as he fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head up. “Look at us.”
Lara’s vision was blurry with leftover tears, but she stared across from her and saw a sight so carnal, so erotic that she nearly came just from watching Tate’s face. The full-length mirror propped up against the wall showed both of them; Tate pummeled into her with unrestrained lust. She watched, entranced as her breasts jerked and swayed with every thrust of Tate’s hips. The carnality of feeling and watching them at the same time made her pant even harder, her eyes glassy and fixed mostly on Tate. He looked like an ancient warrior claiming his woman, and the sight was so raw that it ramped up her desire even more. “Harder,” she whimpered. The sight of Tate mastering her body, his fingers pulling her hair erotically was so damn good. The sensual image would be burned into her brain from this moment forward.
He thrust harder and buried himself deeply inside her with every stroke. Lara moved her ass back against him; their skin slapped together as they both reached their breaking point.
Tate was going to make her come, and she wasn’t certain she’d survive it.
He released her hair and trailed a hand along her back. Lara kept her head up to watch his every movement; his face contorted in both anguish and pleasure.
“Mine,” he declared roughly. He met her gaze in the mirror, and their eyes locked together.
“Yes.” She nodded her head, keeping her eyes locked with his.
One of his hands slid down her belly, searching for and finding her clit. He grasped it roughly and rolled it between his index finger and thumb.
Pleasure and pain ripped through her, the feeling so intense that it sent her body into a powerful climax.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” Tate insisted dominantly.
She imploded as if her body responded to his commands. The walls of her sheath spasmed wildly and her reaction was so strong that she dropped her head, breaking eye contact with Tate.
“Pull your head up. I want to watch you,” Tate growled. He tilted her head by her hair again. “Watching you come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he groaned as he pounded into her.
“I love you,” Lara screamed.
“I love you, too, baby,” Tate answered in a strangled voice, and pumped into her one last time before he found his own release.
They shuddered together. Tate’s arms wrapped around her waist as the last ripples of her climax faded. “Jesus, you will kill me. But I’d die this way anytime,” he whispered low and heated in her ear as he leaned over her body. His chest heaved as he swung her around and picked her up, carrying her over to the big bed and collapsing, protecting her fall with his body.