Page 72 of Bishop's Queen

“I want your mouth,” she whispered. “All over me. Kissing me hard and deep until I can’t remember the difference between light and sound, and hot and cold.”

His possessive hand splayed on her side, and her short breaths burned in his ears.

“I want you to hold me, control me, take over this night. Bishop, I want you to own everything about us right now.” Ella leaned close to his ear. “That’s what I want. To forget about this day, to be treated like you need me.”

“El, if there was ever a doubt…” He pulled the corner of the loosened towel, baring her breasts and stomach, letting the cotton pool in her lap. “I’ve had too many dirty thoughts about you.”

Her eyes shot to his.

“And now you’ll have to indulge me.” He peeled back the rest of the towel, unwrapping her like a present.

The hardened tips of Ella’s nipples reached for him, and the heavy mounds of her breasts were swollen. A trim triangle of hair led to the pussy he’d wanted in a hundred different ways, and now she lay in his arms, naked, flushed, and beautiful.

With his hand behind her neck, he brought her to meet his kiss. Sweeping her mouth with his tongue, he explored, listening to her mew and moan, feeling her rock and writhe as their slow burn heated.

Bishop massaged her breast, squeezing and making her back arch. Ella bit his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm.”

That sound, this woman. He pinched her nipple, twisting and tugging. Her reaction was exactly what he wanted. Ella writhed as he smoothed his palm down her stomach, smoothing over her soft skin.

“More, Bishop.”

“Trust me. I’ve got you.” Deftly, he brushed his fingers between her legs, urging her thighs wider with a whisper-soft touch.

She panted. “More of that.”

He delved two fingers along the seam of her slick juncture, and she ground against him.

“Yes, yes. That, yes.”

He growled as his tongue forced her mouth open when his fingers speared her tight entrance, knuckles deep. Ella’s most sensitive muscles gripped. A gasp fell from her lips, and he claimed it with a soul-stealing kiss as he withdrew and slowly sank his fingers in again. “I’m going to do this all night long. Slow and steady.”

“No. I need more, please.” But she thrashed and tightened.

Slow and steady was his plan, no changing that. As though twisting a vise, Bishop worked her until she couldn’t take any more, then he pressed his thumb to her clit, circling the tight bundle of nerves. She threw her head back, clamped her legs down, and cried his name.

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