War for Love: A New Battle Rages

CH 10: Insatiable

**Gia's POV**

Oh f**k, the things that I want to do to and with this man. My heart isn't ready for him to have me, but my body is begging to be ravished. The ache for him between my legs, it is torment. After Jeremiah made me c*m with his fingers, he drove us back to the house, and we spent the rest of the evening in bed with him making me call out his name. I felt wild for him, constantly horny and needing release. Will I ever go back to normal, or will I want to jump him every time I see him? It is getting to the point that I feel his fingers inside of me and his lips on my skin is hardly enough. I want more.

I stretched my arms and legs on the bed, looking over at Jeremiah sleeping peacefully. There were moments last night I tried to touch him, to stroke him, but he wouldn't let me. He probably thought I was just in the moment, and yes I was, but I also really wanted to make him feel as good as me. I turned onto my side, and studied him a bit. Jeremiah really is such a sexy, dangerous man. Even in his sleep, he looks like a man you don't want to cross.

I looked over his body, his muscles and the tattoos. This man is a walking s****l fantasy, and it made me feel a little powerful knowing that he was mine. He may not ever give me his heart, but at least I know I have something that other women never got. His attention. Maybe that will change when we get back to New York though. Here, we are alone, and I am the only woman he can look at. But what happens when there is constant temptation around him? Can he really change that much and that fast?

"Stop staring at me." He turned towards me, draping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer. "Can we do something else today? My hand is cramping from all of our 'activities'." He smiled down at me, biting his lower lip. "On second thought, I'll manage." I felt his hand slip between us and I gasped as Jeremiah found and hit the spot instantly.

"Mmm," I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped between my lips.

One hour later...

We sat at the kitchen island, eating breakfast and talking about the plans for the rest of the honeymoon. There is still so much to see, and do. It's hard to believe that we are halfway through our honeymoon, and we have only explored for one day, and only stayed out for about an hour. But I'm not complaining, things have been far more interesting with Jeremiah in the bedroom than outside.

"Why don't you let me touch you?" I asked bluntly. I almost chuckled when Jeremiah fumbled with his fork and he dropped it on his plate. "Do you not want me in that way or-"

"If you touch me, Gia," he shook his head, looking at me intensely with dark eyes. "I don't know if I'll be able to stop. You have no idea how badly I want you in every way. You can't touch me until you know for sure you don't want me to stop. That is the night that I claim your body as mine and only mine."

Jeremiah went back to eating his breakfast. But something he said bothered me. "But I thought my body was already yours?" He looked at me again, and smiled. "I know you don't have me in that way, but I thought the things that we have been doing made it pretty obvious that I'm yours."

He reached for me, and pulled me onto his lap and kissed me deeply. "Dammit woman, I love the way you think."

After we finished eating, we headed out for the day to spend some time in the beautiful streets of Barcelona. I had been once before when I was almost twelve, so I didn't really appreciate it back then. Now, as I looked round at the people, the architecture, and the culture that bustled around me, I was in awe. We explored, tried all kinds of food, shopped, and most importantly, we laughed and talked. Jeremiah was completely the opposite of what everyone said. He was not cold and soulless, he was just successful at keeping everyone at arms length. But maybe not me. He relaxes a bit around me.

My feet ached, my stomach was cramping from the laughter, and I felt my eyes growing heavy from a long day. I don't know what time we got back home. I hardly even remember the boat ride. The beautiful night sky, and the calmness of the water lulled me right to sleep.

"Baby," Jeremiah's sweet voice whispered in my ear. "Baby, we're home."

I smiled and reached out my arms for him, and he helped me stand. I looked up at the night sky and gasped. "The stars look so pretty tonight."

"If you aren't too tired, do you want to lay in your hammock for a few minutes?" I nodded enthusiastically. We headed to my little painting spot. He climbed in first, and then helped me lay atop of him. "Comfortable?"

"Very much so." I rested my head near his heart. "I love it here. I'm not really looking forward to going back."

"Me neither," He kissed me on my forehead. "I like having you all to myself here. When we get back, my sisters are going to be trying to keep you away from me." He laughed. "You're going to love them."

"There is something I want to do before we leave." I looked up at him, and bravely started sliding my hand down his body. I felt him tense, and watched his jawline clench tight. Jeremiah said my name, warning me to stop. "I want to be yours, completely. I'm ready Jeremiah, I want you."

Before he could try to think of a way of telling me 'no', I softly pressed my lips against his, and let my hand travel over his chest, down his abs, to the waistline of his shorts. My teeth clamped onto his bottom lip, as my hand slipped under his clothing, feeling the skin of his erection against my palm. It was so different from what I expected. Smooth, hard, but soft. Definitely going to take a lot of deep breathing for him to fit inside of me. I was both terrified and excited.

"f**k," Jeremiah threw his head back, letting me rub him. I kissed his neck, bit his shoulder. I wasn't entirely sure what to do, but thankfully, he has been giving me some ideas. "Let's go inside, I need to get you naked. NOW." Jeremiah growled with need. My insides clenched tight, answering to the gruffness in his voice.

Jeremiah practically threw me on the bed once we were behind locked doors. He didn't hesitate to grab my ankles and drag me to the edge, slowly lifting my dress while his fingertips grazed the skin of my legs. Our eyes locked, and he watched me carefully the whole time, taking it achingly slow with every new touch. I sat up as the dress bunched around my hips, and he helped me pull it over my head. Instinctively, my hands went to cover my breasts as he pulled the thong down and off. I've never been naked in front of anyone before. I was nervous, but ready for him.

"Lay back, and when you're ready, put your arms above your head." It took me a few moments to do what he asked, and I was grateful that everything was still on my time as he promised. Once I felt a wave of courage, I lifted my arms above my head, and watched his eyes scan over my body. I didn't feel exposed, or on display. I felt... admired. "You're perfect."

Jeremiah undressed in front of me, only leaving his boxers on which did not hide his need for me. Then, he climbed on top of me, kissing me passionately until I was out of breath. "Are you sure?" He asked me, I nodded, but he wasn't pleased. "Words, baby. I need to hear you say you want this."

"I want you, Jeremiah. I want this with you." I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled him down for another kiss.

His lips left mine too soon, but they wandered to my neck, my breasts, sucking and nibbling. I felt myself getting more and more wet as time passed. His hands massaged my breasts, and he moved his body down so he was kissing my tummy, lower to my hips, his tongue licking its way down until his head was between my thighs. He reached for my hands, intertwining our fingers.

"f**k, I've been wanting to taste your pussy."