Page 185 of Enthrall Shadows
My heart sank at his insinuation and yet I said, “Then don’t.”
The gap between us closed fast. Our lips smashed together, his smile widening against my mouth.
“I missed you.” He cupped my face, thumbs firm on my cheeks, pressing his lips to mine, our tongues warring violently to secure equal power, stirring me into a frenzy.
He pulled back. “What do we do about this?”
“We fuck, Henry,” I said. “Because that’s what we are best at when we’re together.”
His expression turned serious, chestnut irises darkening.
Despite the silence, I read the truth in his eyes. “You came here to ask me to be your secret mistress?”
His shoulders dropped with humility.
“I can’t see any other way,” he said quietly.
Reaching up, I pressed my palm to his face. “No.”
“Consider it.”
“Never.”
“Then what?”
I raised my chin with pride. “You may fuck me one final time.”
“Don’t say it like that,” he said, snatching me up in his arms.
He carried me through the house and up the stairs.
“Where?” he asked.
I pointed down the hall toward my bedroom.
Once inside, both of us stripped off our clothes, desperate to be pressing our heated flesh together. I helped him with his shirt and he dragged my jeans off me, tugging them down my legs. Our actions became frenzied as though we were afraid that fate might snatch us apart.
As it soon would.
When we were both naked, he shoved me onto the bed. In a frenzy of need, we lay in a sixty-nine position, me desperate to devour him and his craving for my sex just as passionate—that fixed primal point drawing us beyond all resistance.
With his cock in my mouth and my pussy kissed by his, our want burned too brightly to deny. In this position, I worshipped him, taking him deeply into my mouth as his tongue flicked my clit, bringing sweeping bliss to that small nub.
I rocked against his firm body, suckling his cock, deep-throating him while he made me forget time and place and everything in between. I was seemingly lost in the cosmos yet somehow found by him.
We made love as though intimacy could defeat what the world thought of us and would help us find our way. Settled between each other’s thighs, I focused all my attention upon his rock-hard cock.
I had his shaft so deep down my throat that I struggled to breathe through my nose while my body bucked at the frenzied pleasuring between my legs.
I snatched a breath of air before an orgasm stole it right back.
Captured by this blinding pleasure, I was spinning out of control, out of my mind.
Needing his remarkable erection back between my lips, I stroked fast with a firm palm as I suckled the tip, riding out my own climax, shattered into a thousand pieces, trying to rally, needing his taste, his firmness, needing the certainty I’d been denied.
Finally, when the air returned to my lungs, I focused on him again, driving Henry into a frenzy of pumping hips and cries of desire as he growled his release. His heat filled my mouth and I swallowed him down.
I lay there panting with no use for words.
