His big body was carved with rock-hard slabs of tautly defined muscle, his tanned skin sheened with perspiration. “Eva.” He slid back onto his knees and rose, his thighs spread between mine, his cock thick and hard and bobbing under its weight.Įverything in me tightened with ravenous greed. His pain was harder for me to deal with than my own. He nuzzled into my touch with a soft, plaintive moan, and I couldn’t bear it. With shaking fingers, I touched his cheek, trying to smooth away the wetness that only returned the instant it was wiped away. Missed you so much … need you … have to have you … I felt a hot wetness slide over my skin and looked down to see that he was crying, too, his gorgeous face ravaged by the same surfeit of emotion flooding me. Still, he slipped farther away from me, his mouth whispering temptation across my stomach. My hands roamed restlessly as my legs caged him. My breasts were heavy, my sex wet and swollen. Gideon had me under siege, seducing me with his stunning male perfection and intimate expertise with my body. I realized then that I was pulling at his hair, trying to urge him away even as I fought to get closer. His diabolical fingers tugged at the wet nipple he’d left behind, pinching it gently until I pushed up and into his hand. “I’m here, angel,” he breathed, nibbling across my cleavage to my other breast. My temples were wet from the trails of my tears, my throat tight and hurting. My legs wrapped around him, tightening, echoing my need to claim him. I clutched at his hair, too impassioned to be gentle. When his teeth bit into the furled tip, I cried out, my body jerking as sharp need arrowed to my core. His mouth was scorching hot, his tongue a rough velvet lash against my tender flesh. His head lowered and his lips surrounded the taut point of my nipple. Leaning on one arm, the biceps thick and beautifully defined, he squeezed my breast in his other hand. My tongue stroked over the slight indentations left by my teeth and his hips rocked into me, his cock sliding through the parted lips of my sex. To make him experience some small measure of what I had when he’d pushed me away. I couldn’t contain the ferocious swell of emotion that needed release-the love and need, the anger and fear. Surging upward, I sank my teeth into his pectoral, just over his heart. “Again,” he ordered gruffly, his face flushed and lips parted. He arched into the rough caress with a low growl, his head thrown back in deliciously erotic abandon. My nails raked his back from shoulder to hips. My core ached, begging for the hard-driving thrust of his cock. The light dusting of crisp hair was an unbearable stimulation. I gasped as the pleasure radiated through me, my nipples beading hard and tight against his chest. His hand cupped my buttock, lifting me into a deft roll of his hips. His erection lay hot and heavy against the lips of my sex, the weight of him the perfect pressure on my throbbing clit. “Please,” I whispered, my fingers linking behind his neck to capture him. Let me …” He cupped my face, licking deep into my mouth. My lips moved desperately over his, as if he’d be gone at any second and I had no time to get my fill of him. Lifting my head, I took his mouth, our kiss flavored with the salt of my tears. I buried my face in his shoulder and cried. His fervent declaration reverberated through me. Wrapping his arms around me, Gideon squeezed so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. Rearing, I caught his beautifully etched mouth in a kiss. He pushed up and looked down at me, gently brushing my hair back from my forehead. “Say it,” I coaxed, needing the words he swore were inadequate.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |