Page 23 of SEAL Ever After

“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he said, his voice gravel.

She was already wet and ready for him, and his hands reached beneath her, cupping her bare ass as he tugged her closer. He pulled her thong down, tossing the skimpy piece of fabric aside. There was something sexy as hell at having her half naked on his sofa while he knelt before her, dressed in his uniform. Her pussy was bare to him, one breast was exposed, and she was flushed and aroused as he hovered before her.

Sarah was his. His woman. His bride-to-be. His everything.

Kissing his way up her silken thighs, he wanted to roar in approval as Sarah gasped and then grabbed onto his head, her fingernails raking into his skin. The scruff of his whiskers rubbed against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, but Ryan didn’t stop, just moved straight to her center.

“Oh God, Ryan, please,” she begged him.

His broad shoulders spread her legs wide for him, revealing her swollen sex, and then he kissed her intimately, laving his tongue through her folds, listening to her cry out in both surprise and pleasure.

She tasted sweeter than honey, and he swore that if he tasted her every night for the rest of his life it wouldn’t be enough. He licked her again, enjoying the feel of her fluttering against his mouth, then lightly thrust his tongue into her molten core as she gasped.

He wanted to consume her—to make her lost to everything except him.

He thrust his tongue in and out for a moment, loving her little moans and whimpers.

Pulling back slightly, he moved upward toward her throbbing clit. Ryan circled the swollen bud with his tongue, sliding his fingers into her sex as she whimpered. Sarah immediately clamped down around him, so hot, wet, and ready.

He flickered his tongue against her swollen bud, feeling her writhe against him. She was gasping for breath and moaning louder now, desperate for release. He slid his thick fingers in and out of her tight channel, loving the feel of her silken walls. Crooking them just so, so that he touched that tender spot inside, he finally sucked the taut bud into his mouth, and she exploded, screaming his name.

Ryan didn’t let up, enjoying her cries, and determined to wring every last bit of pleasure from her.

When she lay panting on the sofa, he pulled his cock free from his trousers, sheathed himself with a condom, and then immediately sank deep into her swollen folds. He bottomed out inside her, his balls rubbing against her ass, and his cock twitched as he held the position a moment.

Sarah’s eyes met his, the heat between them nearly consuming him. He held steady for a moment longer, and then he began thrusting, pinning her with his gaze, spearing her with his cock, unable to restrain himself any longer.

Her legs were spread wide for him, her body laid out before him, and he swore he’d never seen anything more gorgeous in his entire life. Her light brown hair was tousled around her head, her hazel eyes wide, and she looked completely lost to him.

“Ryan, oh my God,” she whimpered as he began to thrust harder. “You’re going to make me come again.”

His gaze ran down her body to where their sexes joined, his cock hardening even more at the erotic image. He ducked down and captured her cries with his mouth, his erection still buried deep inside of her. Ryan felt her inner walls beginning to tighten with each thrust, and when her body finally clamped down around him, he exploded, catching himself with both arms so he didn’t collapse right on top of her.

He pumped into her once, twice more, prolonging her orgasm and feeling her spasm around him.

“I love you,” he said gruffly as they both panted for breath.

“I love you more,” she murmured between gasps, running her hand over his face.

He captured her delicate hand in one of his own, bringing it up to his mouth. She flushed even more as he tenderly kissed her knuckles, reluctantly pulling free from her body. “Come to bed with me, sweetheart,” he said as he helped her to stand.

“I’ll go anywhere with you.”

Chapter 11

Sarah laughed as Ryan muttered to himself the following weekend. Patrick and Rebecca’s kids raced around them in the kitchen, Rebecca was pacing back and forth with the screaming baby as she waited for the bottle to warm, and Patrick was carrying over a stack of pancakes and bacon, neatly avoiding the chaos.

“What do you think?” Sarah asked with a grin as she glanced over at Ryan. “Maybe this’ll be us one day?”

Patrick chuckled to himself as he set down the food. “I can’t wait to see that. No offense, sir,” he added.

“Maybe we’ll call you for advice since this is such the picture of serenity,” Sarah joked.

“It’s all under control,” he assured them before walking back to the stove. He plated some scrambled eggs and then dodged his son as he ran by again.

Ryan turned to Sarah, his gray eyes warm. “You call this calm? I can’t wait to see what chaos looks like. Hell, I’ve sent SEAL teams all over the world on simultaneous missions, but I don’t think I could handle a group of toddlers.” He shook his head, scrubbing his hand across his jaw.

“I think Ryan just volunteered for babysitting duty,” Sarah teased. “We’ve gotta train him somehow in case we have kids one day.”

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