Page 139 of Big Bad Wolfe

She lingered over removing her blue lace thong, teasing him until he groaned and threw his pride to the wind. “Please, Jillian. Show a guy some mercy.”

“I love it when you beg.” Chuckling, she lowered her panties. Finally, blessedly naked and beautiful beyond compare, she straddled his waist.

Awash in spiraling sensation, he let her explore him with gentle caresses, eager kisses. Her exclamations of surprised happiness thrilled him to the core. She quickly picked up on his responses, and used her newfound knowledge to torment him with her hands and lips in the best possible way.

She moved lower, and without warning, her hot, silky mouth closed over him. Sweet, burning pleasure surged through him and his hips bucked. He fisted his hands in the blanket, clinging to control by a fragile thread. “Sweetheart,” he gasped. “That feels so good.”

She cupped him beneath, her hand warm and gentle, as her tongue swirled him to the edge. No woman had ever touched his heart the way Jillian did. No woman had ever cherished him the way Jillian had. No woman had ever worshipped his body the way Jillian was.

His emotions were stripped bare with her, vulnerable to her. Shared completely with her. Because of that, he was more aroused than he’d ever been in his life.

The thread of control snapped. Before she had time to protest, he’d flipped her beneath him, his mouth devouring hers.

A breathless groan escaped her as he moved lower and captured her nipple. He flicked the tip with his tongue before sucking hard.

His turn to worship her. He licked and sucked and nibbled, her neck, breasts, arms. The palms of her hands. Her fingers. He branded her skin with his kisses and she writhed beneath him.

“Jillian,” he whispered in her ear, his voice husky with desire. “I need to taste you.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, yes.”

He kissed his way down her damp, fragrant skin and settled between her thighs. Loved her slowly, thoroughly, keeping her taut and shaking, right on the brink.

“I … can’t ... take anymore,” she panted. Her eyes were closed, her head thrashing from side to side, every muscle in her body straining.

He moved over her. “Look at me, Jillian.”

Violet eyes met his, clung.

He clasped her hands palm-to-palm with his, linking his fingers with hers. Holding her gaze, he slowly slid inside her welcome heat. Her inner muscles clenched around him. “This,” he growled against her mouth. “This is where I belong.”

“Zane!” Her eyes darkened, she gasped, and then she instantly shuddered into a breathless, body-shaking climax.

Heart swelling with wild, primitive joy, he thrust rapidly as her body trembled and bucked. He drew out her pleasure, exhilarated at watching her come apart for him.

When she relaxed, he slowed to a slow, easy glide. She looked up at him, the amethyst pools wide with shock, her pupils dilated. “Oh.God.” Panting, she sucked in a deep, quivery breath. “When ... when my brains unscramble ... I’ll tell you how phenomenal ... you are.”

He chuckled hoarsely. “Tell me later, honey. We’re just getting started.” He moved inside her, rotating his hips. Watched her eyes glaze over.

She gulped. “Have mercy.”

He grinned at her. “I love it when you beg.” He suckled her earlobe, gently bit her neck, reveling in her inner clutch of response.

Holding her gaze, showering her with kisses, he thrust slow and deep, taking her up again. Stroke by stroke, the sweet torment built until they were both rigid with tension.

He watched the play of emotions across her face, loving her more with each passing second. They were joined in the most intimate way possible. Body to body, heart to heart, soul to soul. He could feel her love rushing back at him, filling him. The beginnings of his climax shivered through him. He fought it, not wanting to go over yet, not wanting their bond to end. “Jillian,” he groaned. “You.You’re my miracle.”

His words pushed her over again, and then he let himself fall. Wrapping his arms around her he plunged fast and hard, as bright, searing rapture exploded inside him.

“Zane!” Her hoarse cry rang in his ear as she arched against him. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her body quaking uncontrollably.

Savage possessiveness clutched his chest. His woman. Hiswife.

He emptied himself into her, lost in shared ecstasy, awed and overwhelmed by the impact of their connection.

Sometime later, Zane floated to awareness. He forced his eyes open, not sure how much time had passed. He thought he might have actually lost consciousness there at the end.

He was still buried deeply inside Jillian. She lay limp and unmoving beneath him. Her eyes were closed, her breaths deep and regular. He raised his weight off her with weak, trembling arms.

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