Free (Skeleton Key) Game Master by Scarlett Dawn Page B

you.”
    “I know,” he whispered. His hand pressed against my back, pushing my soft curves against his unyielding body. “And I’m tired of waiting.”
    My heart broke a little. I hadn’t meant to hurt him. I hadn’t been ready for this before. I was in the clutches of my father’s death and only eighteen-years-old. I wasn’t that same girl any longer.
    I nodded my head. “Okay.”
    His eyes softened, less guarded. “I won’t hurt you, honey. You’re the one for me. I’ll cherish you forever.”
    I licked my lips and grinned. “I know.”
    The blue of his eyes was captivating. “You’re really ready for this? To be us, but a different us?”
    “I said yes. I meant it.” I nodded and tested running my fingers over his skin. It was heated and smooth against the pads of my fingers. “I know you’re the one for me. My partner. The other half of my soul.”
    As he stared down at me, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes turned fierce on mine. “You’re mine.”
    I lifted my brows. “And you’re mine.”
    He groaned quietly, lifting his hand and resting it on my cheek. “Fuck, it’s about time.”
    My eyes crinkled in humor.
    Then his mouth landed on mine, all my mirth fleeing as a new tide of emotions conquered my mind. His lips ran over mine, and his fingers pressed against my cheek. He released his towel, uncaring we were standing where anyone could see us, and his other arm wrapped around my waist.
    This was the way a man kisses a woman he loves.
    No act. No playing.
    He wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.
    I lifted my arms to wrap them tightly around his neck and kissed him back for the first time ever.
    He groaned loudly in his chest, and he pulled me even tighter against him. Our mouths ran amok in furious glides. Heat and passion jolted through me, and I parted my lips for him, our tongues meeting in a dueling sensual battle of need.
    Both us moaned with it.
    His arm tightened around me and pulled me inside his room. The sweetest lips never left mine even as he slammed the door closed behind us and locked the door. He walked me backward, his hands running up and down my back with greed, erotic hunger fueling our movements. He still hadn’t stopped kissing me.
    I hoped he never would.
    He laid me back on his bed in a demanding rush.
    I mumbled against his lips. “Wait. Wait. We don’t have any protection—”
    “I don’t care,” he rumbled deeply, his tongue diving in to meet mine. I gasped when his mouth left my lips. But he only leaned back to quickly began to undress me. “If I get you pregnant the first time we have sex, then it’s meant to be.”
    My eyes widened, even as I lifted my hips up to help him remove my pants. “I want to be in the Guard. Not pregnant.”
    “Pregnancy only lasts nine months, and we already have two kids.” He tossed my pants onto the floor. In a matter of seconds, I was completely nude beneath him. My flesh, all of my flesh, rubbed against his heated skin, both of us utterly naked. “It’ll make our family that much bigger to love.”
    My conscience didn’t even blink. My skin was on fire against his. However, my eyes softened, holding all the love I had for him—for our family. “All right. Just one time.”
    “Thank the kingdom,” he growled quietly. His generous lips spanned over mine in desired strokes, his blond hair gliding across my cheeks. The palm of his hand cupped one of my breasts. He moaned quietly, squeezing as I arched up against his touch.
    His legs slid between mine, roughly spreading my legs. Warmth flooded my gut as he dominated me. He pressed his hard cock against my core, grinding his length in the wetness he found there.
    I shouted against his lips as he started rocking his hips against me in heated strokes, his cock sliding deliciously. I trembled under him as he dipped his head, sucking at my neck, kissing and nibbling. Lifting a bit, his other hand slid between us, gliding down between my thighs to cup me.
    Breathing