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“Because you are worth fighting for, Sienna Marquez. Do you hear me? You are worth everything.”
Most of his words had struck a chord deep within me, but that last declaration knocked the breath clean out of my lungs. I locked eyes with him, a swell of emotion building inside me to the point where I could barely breathe, barely think. My heart thudded against my ribs like it was desperate to escape, a wild animal seeking freedom.
That nagging voice at the back of my mind insisted I couldn’t trust him, that he must be lying—how could someone like him possibly want someone like me? But that voice was nowhere near as loud as it had been lately. Other whispers drowned it out, suggesting he genuinely cared, that if he saw me as worthy, then maybe I truly was. They warned me that if I let this man slip away because I couldn’t accept how he viewed me, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.
I reached for him, my fingers brushing against his cheek. “Thank you.”
A flash of relief flickered across his face just before I kissed him, a soft, gentle press of my lips to his. A heat ignited within me, both familiar and foreign. Familiar because his touch always sparked a fire, but foreign because this wasn’t a roaring inferno, blazing bright and hot, yet unsustainable. No, this felt like a fire smoldering deep beneath the surface, sending cracks through the barriers that kept us apart. It enveloped me completely, growing more intense until I finally pulled away, gasping, my body throbbing in a way that had nothing to do with the bump on the back of my head.
I made another decision at that moment and stood, extending my hand to him. “Come to bed with me?”
He smiled, taking my hand with a warmth that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”
When we reached my bedroom and closed the door behind us, I turned to Fury and reached up to kiss him again. Surprising me, he caught my wrists in one hand and put them on his chest between us.
“Are you sure you feel up to this?” The obvious concern in his eyes kept me from thinking he was second guessing his feelings about me.
“I think that the perfect medicine for my headache is orgasms,” I teased. “I could take care of it myself, but it’s more fun when you do it.”
He cupped the side of my face with his free hand, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. “I should refuse, but I want you too damn much to be selfless.”
I turned my head and flicked my tongue against the pad of his thumb. “I’m very glad to hear that.”
“If you start to feel sick or anything hurts, you tell me and we’ll stop,” he added. “Got it?”
I nodded. “Got it. Now get naked.”
He laughed, which was what I wanted. And then he let go of my wrists to reach behind him and pulled his shirt over his head, which was also what I wanted. I’d already changed out of my work clothes as part of my argument against going to the hospital, so I slipped my robe off my shoulders, and stood there in just my bra and panties for a moment before following Fury’s lead and taking those off two.
The silence between us as we undressed and got onto the bed wasn’t weird or uncomfortable. It just felt like we’d already said what we needed to say, and now we needed this physical connection.
I parted my legs as he stretched out over me and a little thrill went through me at how perfectly the two of us fit together. Resting on one elbow, he ran his hand from my hip to my breast, leaving my skin tingling every place where he touched. Plumping up my breast, he leaned down and ran his tongue around and over my nipple. When he lightly blew on it, the skin pebbled and I let out a breathy sort of moan and squirmed underneath him. Then he took it into his mouth and sucked, hard. My back arched and my eyes closed, a direct line of pleasure straight through me, so bright that it almost hurt.
As his mouth worked its magic on my breast, he moved his hand between my legs, stroking my sensitive skin with just the tips of his fingers for a moment before slipping a single finger inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his lips moving against the skin on my breast. “You’re already wet for me.”
I slid my hand down his chest and over those amazingly defined abs to wrap my hand around the thick cock jutting out of the dark curls around the base. He uttered a low curse, his body stiffening. I pulled my fist up the length of him, rubbing the tip with my thumb and smiling when he swore again.
“Seems like I’m not the only one ready to go,” I said.
His mouth came down on mine with a fierceness that would’ve taken my breath away if I wasn’t already trading breathing for kissing. Our tongues tangled together, and he worked his finger into me with a steady deliberation that had me rocking my hips against his hand, wanting harder and faster, but he denied me that, keeping his hand gentle even as his mouth ravished mine.
Fury was being careful, treating me like I was fragile, and I didn’t know how I felt about it. He wasn’t doing it because he thought I was weak, that I knew for sure. He just wanted to take care of me, and that was what had my heart twisting in my chest even as it raced.
It wasn’t until I was right on the edge of coming that he pulled out his finger, but before I could protest, something considerably thicker took its place. The tip pushed inside me, just an inch, but the angle caused the shaft to press against my clit, sending a ripple of pleasure through me.
“So tight.” He gritted his teeth as he raised himself off me and squeezed his eyes closed.
I slid my hands along his sides, wanting nothing more than to dig in my nails and demand that he fuck me, but I resisted, instead enjoying the emotions playing across his face. Desire and barely restrained passion. The need to put me first. A mix of ecstasy and pain.
He pushed in a little more, drawing a gasp that had his eyes flying open. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I gave him the only response that I thought would get through to him. I moved my hands over his hips to his ass and dug in my nails as I tugged him closer. Another inch stretched me and I shifted, bending my legs to put my feet flat on the bed and give myself some leverage.
“I’ll tell you if I’m hurt,” I said. “Trust me.”
I was fairly certain I’d never said those words to a man before, not even Gavin. Asking someone to trust me was opening myself up to them asking me the same in return, and I’d never wanted to give that power over to any man. Even when I’d done some kinky shit and used safe words, I’d never said the words trust me, and honestly, it’d never been the man I’d fucked that I’d trusted. It’d been the rules of the club and the fact that I’d seen Gavin take them seriously the first time we’d met.
