Page 103 of Sight of Fate

“I love it,” I reply with a smile. “I’m guessing this is your room?”

Curious, I sweep the predominantly grey room, finding a couple of bookshelves packed with worn books, a Celtic cross, and a few photos. There’s a large wooden desk in the corner, and everything on its surface is lined up with military precision. The bed is ginormous. Bigger than Teague’s king. There’s also a fireplace in the corner, which thankfully isn’t on, with a large, comfy-looking chair in front of it.

“What’s your favorite color?” I ask, wondering why he chose grey.

“Night,” he replies. My brows scrunch together and he gives an embarrassed shrug. “I like to go out on the roof at night and stare at the sky. Sometimes it’s the deepest of blue and twinkling with stars. Other times it’s almost black with only a sliver of moon. When a storm rolls in, it’s the darkest of greys, as if the clouds are on top of us.”

“Night. I like it,” I tell him. “I’m surprised you picked grey for your room, though.”

He looks around as if he never thought about it. “I’m not in here very much. Most of the time I fall asleep outside.” His eyes drop to mine. “Maybe one night, you’ll stay out there with me. I promise, you won’t see anything but the sky.”

And me.

With a sigh, I close the distance between us and capture his lips with mine. I’d been so afraid when I saw the fire surround him today. For a brief second, I thought about what my life would be like without him, and I hated it.

You’re not going to lose me, love.

I don’t want to wait to bond.

“I need to hear the words out loud,” he rasps, his eyes locked onto mine.

“Macklin Lochlan, I want to spend forever with you. Starting with tonight,” I vow, refusing to let another day go by without tying this man to me.

His lips curve in that slow smile I love, and he walks over to the bed and sits down. I move to straddle him, and he brushes my blond hair back from my face. “I’m not sure forever will be long enough.”

Our lips meet, and he tempers the urgency in mine with a slow, controlled pace that burns like the hottest of flames. Need coils tight in my belly before slowly moving south. I move restlessly against him, but for the longest time, his hands remain at my waist.

“Touch me,” I beg, needing to feel his hands on me.

He pulls back and slowly unbuttons my shirt. When he goes to slip it off my shoulders, I grab it. “Don’t.”

His chin lifts with understanding, and he reaches back and grabs the neck of his T-shirt, then pulls it off. “As if I could see you as anything other than beautiful.” He leans me backward and runs his hand down the middle of my chest. Strong and slightly calloused from years of battles, the rough texture adds more kindling to the sweet fire burning between us.

Bracing my back, he parts my pajama top and begins a slow assault on my breasts with his tongue and lips. Gasping, I cup the back of his head and whisper a plea for more as his heat and mine swirl together, swept up in a maelstrom of need and sweet devastation.

Macklin picks me up and lays me on the bed, then slides off my matching shorts. Settling between my legs, he kisses every inch of my body, savoring every spot as if he’s committing the feel of it to memory, before he moves south.

I arch into his mouth as it settles on my clit. I’m dripping from the slow, simmering pace, and within seconds, I come. He lifts his head and places small kisses on my thighs as he waits for my body to settle, then starts all over again. This time, he adds his fingers, and I whimper, wanting him inside me.

Pulling away, I push lightly on his shoulders until he sits up, then I reach for his pants. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me.”

He inhales sharply, then lifts his body and strips his pants off. On his knees, he prowls forward like a beast of prey and settles his body against mine. “I wanted to be sure you were ready. I’m a big man, love.”

“I know,” I murmur, lifting my hips to rub against him. Sweat slides down my neck as I reach down to grasp him, but he stops me before I can.

“Maybe the second time,” he says with a chuckle.

Picking up my knee, he spreads me apart and slowly slides into me. Sweat glistens on his brow, and his low groan when he enters almost makes me come again. It takes him a long minute to get fully seated, and when he does, I blow out a breath and shift at the fullness.

He pulls out, then slides in really slow. I raise my legs and wrap them around his body, wanting him deeper inside me.

I’m barely holding back, love. If you keep squirming, I’m not going to be able to take it slow.

Promises, promises.

He chuckles, and this time he pulls out and thrusts in harder and deeper.

“Yesss,” I drawl, staring into his eyes. “I want you to know how much you mean to me.”