Bound By Blood & Steel

Chapter Thirty Three

At those words, his promise, I sagged against him. He would never know how much I needed to hear that. "Thank you."

"We're going to have a lot more fights. You know that, right?" he said.

I smiled. "Yeah, I've worked that out."

"So we need to agree right fucking know that this is forever. That we're on the same page here. Are you in this for the long haul."

I touched my hand to his cheek and let it linger there. "Yes, I am. I love you. Unconditionally."

He bowed his head and breathed hard for a moment. Then he looked back up at me. The love I saw there smacked into me, leaving me winded. "You have no idea how much I needed to hear that," he said, his voice full of raw emotion.

"Oh, I think I might, baby. I needed it tonight too."

He took my hand and kissed it, softly. "We've got a lot more to talk through, but for now, I just want ti take you to bed and show you how much I love you."

I smiled and let him lead me to the bedroom. As we walked, I peeled clothes off, leaving them throughout the house. When we made it to the bedroom, he turned and ran his gaze over my naked body. I watched as his eyes glazed over with desire, my nipples hardening under his stare.

He reached his hand out to trace a line from my lips, down my neck, and to my breast. As his fingers found my nipple, he brought his mouth down to meet it and licked and sucked my breast, one at a time. His other hand came up, so that both of them were massaging my breast, while his tongue drove me wild.

I moved my hands to lift his shirt over his head, and he stopped what he was doing to allow this. Once it was off, I quickly reached to undo his jeans, and remove them too. My breathing picked up, and my fingers ached with need to touch, to feel, and to show him how much I wanted him.

He stood before me, naked and beautiful. There wasn't anything about Christians body I would change. I placed my hand on his chest, over his heart, and held it there while I focused my eyes on his. The invisible thread that held us together sizzled with desire and white hot lust. But tonight, it held something more; a burning love that had been buried under layers of doubt, guilt and hurt. Our love shined brightly; we had finally found our way through, and peeled away those layers by committing completely to each other. We had promised forever, and those words had exposed the raw love that existed between us.

Christian felt it too. I could see it in the way he looked at me. Hunger for this man engulfed me. I moved my hands up to curl around his neck, and pulled his mouth down to mine. Our kiss was deep and full of need. His hand snaked around my waist and pulled me to him. I moaned when his erection hit my body. God, I loved his cock.

"I need to taste you, baby. Need my tongue in the sweet pussy of yours," he murmured into my ear, while backing me up against the wall.

I didn't argue as he knelt in front of me and hooked my legs over his shoulders, he grabbed my ass and his tongue hit my clit. I scrunched my fingers in his hair, and cried out with pleasure. He grunted in satisfaction, and slid his tongue down and into my pussy. Oh, holy fuck, it felt divine. His hands moved slowly up and down the backs of my legs then to my ass again. He kneaded my ass, while his tongue continued to lick and stroke my sex.

Pleasure moved through me until my whole body was alive with it. When he began to fuck me with his fingers, I knew it wouldn't be long until I came. The pleasure intensified and built, until it crashed all around me, and I came with his mouth wrapped around my pussy.

I move off his shoulders and with my hands still in his hair, I pulled him up to me, to kiss him. I needed his tongue in my mouth. I groaned into his mouth, and pushed my body closer into his. My arms wound tightly around him, fingers clawing his back. One leg was wrapped around on of his, and all of a sudden, he gripped me ass and lifted me, carrying me to the bed.

As I feel to the bed, he leaned over me and smiled. "Fuck, I love fucking you. But tonight I want to make love."

I shook my head, and trailed a finger down his chest. "No, baby. Fucking is our way of making love. I want you to fuck me." And with that, I reached down to his cock, gripped it hard and pulled him to me.

"Fuck!" he roared, and thrust in, hard, just the way I liked it.

A deliciously wicked grin flashed across his face, and then our lips were locked while he fucked me just like I'd asked him to.