Page 66 of Uncharted Desires

His hands wandered hungrily over her body, exploring every inch of her with a desperate yearning. His mouth left trails of fire everywhere he kissed and licked and nipped. Slowly, he dragged his tongue down her leg and back up her thigh, pausing just shy of her pussy before starting again on the other leg.

Finally, he pressed one finger inside her, and a gasp of pleasure escaped her. She marveled at how good even one finger could feel after all the tantalizing torture he had subjected her to.

A second finger joined the first, and he switched his attention to one of her breasts while still working both fingers in and out of her slick heat. She felt herself tensing like an instrument that was strung too tightly, ready to break if played. Then his mouth moved to tease at her throbbing clit with hungry laps of his tongue—and the string snapped. Uncontrollable waves of pleasure tore through her as she screamed his name in an ecstatic litany, riding out wave after wave of bliss until there was nothing left but contented exhaustion.

As her soul reentered her body, she felt West kiss his way back up. She grabbed at his belt buckle.

“Why do you still have these on?”

“I was too busy trying to get you naked.”

“Off,” she commanded.

He slipped off his belt and pants. In the soft light of the room, inch by tantalizing inch of tanned skin was revealed to Kat, a feast for her eyes. Her thirst grew as her heart raced faster and faster.

West grinned, aware of the effect he had on her. “Like what you see?” he teased breathlessly.

“You have no idea,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

He settled next to her body with ease, their skin slick with sweat and desire. “The feeling’s mutual, gorgeous.” His eyes burned into hers with need.

And somehow, she believed him. He made her feel gorgeous, and the expression in his eyes said it all.

His fingers plunged deep inside her again, finding places she hadn’t known existed and eliciting cries of delight that he lapped up. He brought those same fingers to his lips and let out a low moan as he tasted her. “You’re so damn sweet,” he murmured against her skin. “I could have lived off of you on that island.”

He positioned himself at her entrance, and before she could blink he had thrust himself in all the way. She gasped from both shock and pleasure as he moved in and out of her.

West felt her muscles tighten around his cock in slow, devastating pulls. He threw his head back as he pumped into her, never wanting to leave the pure perfection that was her pussy. “Kat! I . . . Oh god, it’s too much!” West had wanted to go slow but while he had been teasing her, he had also been torturing himself. Every inch of glistening golden skin he touched, kissed, and licked sent shockwaves of desire that surged through him until he thought he would burst.

That’s what she did to him, she made him desperate to be with her.

She writhed beneath him, desperate for more. He hooked his leg under hers and flipped them over so she was on top. He wanted to see her take her pleasure. “Ride me, Kat. Take what you need.”

She gazed down into his eyes, pleasure radiating from her face. He moved powerfully beneath her as she rode him, her passion increasing with each thrust.

She threw her head back, lost in ecstasy as each thrust elicited moans of sheer pleasure from deep within her throat, working the pressure until his name escaped her lips, and sending them both to the brink of surrender.

“Take it, Kat. Take all of me,” he commanded while pressing his thumb firmly to her clit. He reveled in the sight of her body as it undulated and twisted in fervid desire, a vision that was only for him to consume and savor. Her curves were luscious and inviting, her ass round and full, her breasts heavy with temptation—all just for him to enjoy and never let go.

As she collapsed onto his chest, their skin met in a symphony of senses as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her when she came.

“You haven’t finished yet, Kat.”

She groaned in response, her body unable to deny his power over her.

“Yes, you can,” he said more forcefully as he pulled her off the edge of the bed, parted her legs, and positioned himself behind her.

He entered her, pushing himself deep as she writhed in ecstasy calling out his name. Every pump of his hips sent jolts of electricity between them as their bodies slammed together in a passionate harmony that filled the room. He grunted out her name each time his hips sunk deeper and faster.

“Say you’re mine,” he called out as he pounded into her, never to have once claimed a woman in his life, but this time he meant it. He wouldn’t let another man ever touch her again if he could help it.

She moaned and he pushed harder. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she said breathlessly as he seemed to come undone, pumping harder and faster.

His hand found its way between her legs and pushed against the bundle of nerves that held all her pleasure, coaxing out one more orgasm as she shook with the force of it. With one final thrust, he felt his own pleasure erupt within him, the intensity of it beyond anything he had felt before as he spilled into her depths, claiming her for himself.

Kat’s body went limp in his arms, and he scooped her up carefully, laying her head on the pillows of the bed. Then he took a towel from the bathroom and gently wiped away the sticky traces of their lovemaking from her thighs.

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