Page 111 of Enthrall Shadows
He was like a Viking storming the shores and claiming his lover.
“Want me inside you?” he asked gruffly.
“God, yes,” I pleaded, needing his fullness.
I felt that delicious sensation of his tip tapping my pussy.
His hips rose as he entered me with a gentle persuasion. He declared ownership with a deeper thrust inside me, stretching my channel wider and wider until he was fully inside. His ripped body was poised above me, supported by muscled arms to protect me from his full weight.
A conquering Adonis.
He began pummeling into my sex, my own hips meeting him halfway in a show of desperate need. I wrapped my legs around his back, clutching him to me so that his hips ground against my clit deliciously as we rocked together as one.
The sensations that surged through me were familiar and extreme.
Because ofhim.
I nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his scent.
“Fuuuuck,” he said harshly. “You’re so damn sexy.”
I unabashedly scratched his back with an unquenchable desire.
The cold-hearted aristocrat surrounded by a wall of steel had finally let me in.
We were like fire; red-orange molten lava spilling over endless rocks, a dizzying passion that had finally been unleashed.
He rolled his pelvis to massage my clit, slowly at first and then faster as he ground me into the sleeping bag. I pounded him just as hard, his hips a welcoming piston inside me.
I quivered beneath him, both of us soaked in sweat and slickly shimmering as our bodies crashed into each other, breathless from this unstoppable passion—locked in an embrace that neither of us wanted to break.
He slowed his pace a little and stared down at me. “We were inevitable,” he said huskily. “You see that, right?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
Even if we’d denied ourselves this, destiny had a way of proving itself right.
Raising my T-shirt and bra, he cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples, pinching and tugging them until I groaned. Then he lowered his head, his warm breath saturating my nipple, nuzzling there, his flickering tongue delivering strokes as he suckled.
“We were always going to fuck,” he growled.
I cupped his face with my palm. “We were.”
“We fought it for as long as humanly possible.”
“We needed this.”I needed him, but I shouldn’t say it.
I refused to try and tame this explosion of chemistry that had sparked free.
Henry resumed thrusting with force, my legs spreading wider to aid his plunges as I gave myself entirely to this man wild with want, reveling in the way he overpowered me.
There was only room for one dominant, and he demanded it be him.
The rush of pleasure surged like a tidal wave carrying me away, carrying me under.
Henry stopped moving, his heat spilling into me, my pussy filling with the sin of him, my heart and soul lusting for more.
Finally, when we’d fucked ourselves into exhaustion, I lay beside him, gathering my thoughts on how far we’d come in our friendship.
