Deadly Obsession (39 page)

She only whimpered in reply, practically screaming at his next pass. He stopped, his cock locked inside, his balls dripping with her cream.

“Talk to me. Are you okay?”

“Damn it, I swear if you don’t start moving hard and fast I’ll use those handcuffs to arouse you to the point of pain with no release!”

He resisted the urge to slap her rounded cheek, choosing to answer her demand with another action. He closed his hands around her hips and pounded into her, taking her fast and deep and long. She screamed his name, thrashing wildly on the bed as he continued to drive into her, pushing through her tight muscles, needing her to accept him.
To accept his love.

She took everything, begging him not to stop, pleading with him to give her everything he had. He clenched his teeth, knowing when the orgasm hit, it would shatter what was inside him, rebuilding him in a way he’d never dreamed. But he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t deny Brooklyn’s pleas, or the pleasure he knew was about to tear through her. She was close to climaxing again, with a force he feared would drive her past her threshold. But he’d be there to catch her if she fell.

“Now.
Oh God!”

She exploded, her back bowing, her hands fisted in the sheets. Her voice cut off into a soundless scream, her body so tense he couldn’t keep moving. He stilled, his cock a few strokes from climaxing as she trembled then collapsed, her chest falling to the bed. He could feel the walls of her vagina quivering through the thin barrier separating her ass, and in that instant, the world went supernova.

Gage closed his eyes, blinded by the white streaks that raced through the darkness, burning a path down his spine and straight to his cock. He felt it swell, pushing against Brooklyn’s anal channel until the head finally pulsed, jerking his hips, as he came in one all encompassing spurt.

Brooklyn
couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even breathe at the overwhelming sensations rioting throughout her body. Her orgasm had hit her with such
intensity,
everything had faded into flashes of coloured light, until she’d collapsed onto the bed, Gage still hard and tight inside her ass. Her vagina had creamed and quivered, rippling the pulses straight to where Gage was locked within her when he’d roared, and pumped a hot thick stream of sperm into her ass, drenching the walls until she felt it coat the back of her thighs.

“Lord
have
mercy.”

Gage’s voice broke the stillness, his words drifting through the haze, mixing with the loud pounding of her heart. She could feel every rush of blood through her veins, every beat of Gage’s heart through his shaft, as it continued to pulse inside her. He surrounded her. His chest wrapped around her back, his thighs sandwiched between hers. He’d circled his arms around her waist, holding her firmly against him. There wasn’t a place on her body he wasn’t touching, and the feel of his heat lulled her into a light sleep.

“Darling, are you okay?”

She sighed, a dreamy hum to her voice. She was better than okay. She felt Gage smile against her neck, not yet separating from her.

“Thank you. That was the most beautiful gift I’ve ever been given.” He squeezed her gently. “I love you.”

Brooklyn
forced her eyes to open. She looked back at him across her shoulder and smiled.
“And I you.”

“I have a present for you too,” he whispered, finally easing his weakening erection from her ass.

She moaned at the loss of his body, another small wave of pleasure washing over her. “What is it?”

He looked down at her, a flash of concern flickering across his expression, before he rolled over and reached into the drawer beside the bed. She couldn’t see what was in his hand until he opened his fist, and held out a small purple pouch. Brooklyn stilled, her heart jamming up into her throat as he shook out her ring and held it firmly between his thumb and forefinger.

“You know. If I had it to do over, I think I’d buy you a ring exactly like this. It suits your spirit…strong, but made with such delicacy I wonder how it keeps from breaking. It’s the perfect paradox.” He took her hand and straightened out her fingers. “I’d be honoured if you’d consider wearing it again.”

Tears trickled from her eyes, but she didn’t try to stop them. She stretched out her hand, inhaling loudly as he slipped it on her finger. “I think it’s even more beautiful than I remember.” She looked into his eyes, pouring all her love into her gaze. “I’ll never take it off.”

Then she reached up and slipped the knot of his tie down until she could throw the silky fabric on the floor. His necklace was still anchored around his neck, his ring hanging at the top of his chest. She reached behind him, opened the clasp, and removed the chain, cradling it in her hand. It only took a moment to slide the ring off and clip his necklace back on.

“I wanted to put this back on your finger the moment I realised it was gone. But I was afraid you didn’t want what it stood for anymore.” She pushed it gently over his knuckle, twirling it in place. “I’m not afraid now.”

Gage cupped her face in his other hand, clasping their ring fingers together. “You’ll never be afraid again, if I have any say in it.”

She smiled. “I suppose we have Drake to thank for this.”

“Perhaps.
But he was wrong about one thing.”

Brooklyn
drew her eyebrows together. “What was that?”

“I’m you’re leading man. And I always will be.” He bent forward and took her lips gently with his. The kiss was soft and sweet, but it lit a fire in her soul just the same. Gage flashed
her a
wicked smile as he pulled back. “Now how about we try out those handcuffs?”

Brooklyn
giggled and fell back on the bed, Gage’s body covering hers. “Looks like my books are going to get a whole lot steamier.”

“Oh yeah, darling.
And I can’t wait to help you with all the research.”