Page 56 of Glamour and Grit

She was never asleep. She heard it all, every word.

“Selene,” I start to say, but she puts her finger to my lips.

“Dane…” she leans forward, until our faces are mere inches apart. “It’s okay.”

I give in to the urge, pressing my lips onto her own. The kiss deepens, grows hotter by the moment as our hands roam over each other. God, how I’ve longed to hold her like this again.

“Selene,” I gasp when we come up for air. “I want you. I need you.”

“Then have me,” she groans, her body arching up against me. I kiss her again, the delectable taste of her mouth driving me absolutely wild. I yank her clothes off with her enthusiastic assistance, our movements quick and primal with the heat of desire.

Selene, my sweet Selene. If I could spend eternity in your arms, I would.

I pull her naked body close. The skin-on-skin contact thrills me. It feels so right to hold her like this. When we kiss, my cock twitches hard. She moans into my mouth, rubbing herself against the ever-thickening girth.

My hand slides down the exquisite curve of her spine. I cup the profound roundness of her bottom, kneading the pliant flesh while her moans deepen. My fingers slide along the smooth slope of her ass and pry the cheeks apart.

I explore her with my fingers. My heart pounds when I feel the silken softness. My fingers slide easily inside her pussy.

Selene lifts her leg, wrapping it around me and pulling me in closer. I heft her up, and she wraps the other leg around me as well. Our gazes meet and she lets out a low laugh before giving me a hungry look.

I spin us around and plant her back against the cabin wall. She whimpers through tightly pressed lips as she squirms around until my throbbing crown lines up with the mouth of her pussy.

I lower her onto my shaft as her eyes roll back into her head. Her sublime softness envelops me like a custom-made velvet glove. I thrust, and her pink softness reveals hidden strength, clamping me tight.

I can’t hold back any longer. My animal side comes out, giving a primal vehemence to my thrusts. Every pump of my hips makesSelene cry out. Her legs slip from around my waist, but I hold her up just fine.

Burying my face in her neck, I groan as my body urges me to release. It’s incredible, this feeling. Something I’ve never known before. How could I ever want another woman after this? Nothing could compare to this. This…connection.

I slow the pumping of my hips, my moments growing deliberate, sensual. Her pussy convulses, dragging me in deeper with each thrust. Selene’s hands curl into claws, digging into my shoulders and scratching my skin. I don’t care, I can’t even feel it. All I can feel is how perfect it is to be deep inside of Selene.

When I release, she twists and writhes in my grasp, squirming like she’s been possessed. Again and again, she sucks in a shuddering gasp of air only to let it out as a piercing cry.

I kiss her neck, her cheek, and her lips. She comes somewhat to her senses, kissing me back, whimpering as I start to lower her to the ground.

“No, come back,” she gasps. “Don’t put me down, please.”

Her eyes open, and our gazes lock. Even through the glaze of climax, I can see the truth in her chocolate eyes.

“Please.”

I hold her tight, and sweep her away from the wall. We settle onto the sofa, with her sitting in my lap. She draws her knees up and curls her body against my chest. I stroke her hair as our sweat cools.

I don’t say anything, but is there anything to be said right now? What do you say after something like that? We connected on far more levels than the physical. Our chemistry is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

I’m so tired of holding back my feelings. It’s probably damn selfish of me to admit them to her, but I feel as if I don’t have a choice.

“Selene,” I whisper softly into her hair. “Selene, my Selene…”

“Hey,” she says, lifting up enough to look me in the eyes. “Who says I’m yours?”

“Sorry,” I say quickly. How did I fuck this up so fast? “You’re your own person, I didn’t mean–”

She kisses me, hard and deep. I respond in kind, wrapping her in my embrace all over again.

“I’m kidding,” she purrs after we break the kiss. “Obviously. I like it when you say sweet things like that.”

“Oh yeah?” My heart beats faster. Damn, this woman has got to me, and then some.

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