Page 74 of Driving Him Wild

I’d only known him a matter of days. This was the proximity talking. We’d been cooped up in this

cabin with no other outlet than to fuck and bare ourselves to each other. I was letting my emotions get carried away. Another mistake I’d regret if I didn’t rein myself back in. ‘I’m on the Pill. It’s fine.’

His eyes lingered on mine, delving beneath the matter-of-fact words to find their true meaning. I

rocked my hips over him, and the distraction worked like a charm. His fingers tightened on my hips

and his gaze fell to my breasts. With a deep groan, he dipped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth. I clutched him to me, throwing my head back in wild abandon as I drowned in the unique

passion he invoked.

This was...should be...just sex. Good sex I was in danger of sullying with emotion.

Again my heart shook at the half-lie, another fastening tearing itself from my control. It was almost as if it wanted to free itself, soar where I couldn’t allow it. I couldn’t risk the responsibility of him, couldn’t risk turning another person against me.

Thankfully thoughts ceased to matter as ecstasy took over.

He bent me backwards until my hair brushed the floor. Then he rained kisses down my front to the

top of my mound. I revelled in the heat of his hands and mouth, in the thick Danish words he

whispered over my skin.

His thumb strummed my clit and I cried out. He toyed mercilessly with the swollen bud, didn’t stop

until I was mindless. Until sating this insane need was all I could think of.

Repositioning myself back on top of him, I speared my fingers through his hair and dragged his

gaze to mine. His face, powerfully lust ravaged, was the most perfect image I’d ever seen. ‘I want you inside me. Now.’

He raised his hips off the floor just enough to yank down his jogging bottoms. The moment his

erection was freed, I braced myself on my knees, spread my thighs wide. Jensen gripped his cock, his other hand clutching my hip, and with his eyes rapt on my face, absorbing my every action, I lowered myself onto him.

‘Min elskede.You feel so good,’ he groaned.

The gruffness in his voice made me wonder if I’d misheard the word, but I didn’t care. He was

inside me. I was mindless with bliss, free from memories and pain. The lack of a condom’s barrier

was equally thrilling, adding a layer of intimacy I’d never imagined. It was probably that, and not the lightened weight in my heart. Or the hushed voice at the back of my head suggesting I wasn’t quite as hopeless, quite as deplorable, that I might be worth something if this formidable creature possessing me believed so...which brought tears to the act. Which made me want to burrow inside this bubble

and never emerge.

Whatever it was, it culminated in soul-searing pleasure that made me scream with the sacredness

of it. My orgasm went on for ever, my whole body shaking, my heart hammering as fresh tears formed

behind my eyelids.

I wrapped myself around him, rejoiced in his shout of release and the power of him pulsing inside

me. We shuddered uncontrollably in the aftermath, clinging to each other, our breaths ragged as we

slowly came down from the highest high. His hands trailed down my back, over my hips and thighs

until our breaths returned to normal.

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