Page 78 of Bishop's Queen

“Look,” she whispered.

He kissed down her neck before turning his head, then his body went rigid. Every muscle tightened. His dark-green eyes found hers in the mirror, and they locked in a silent conversation before he kissed her neck. “Don’t take your eyes off mine.”

Bishop rolled his hips, flexing his shaft deep inside. Moaning, she couldn’t look away, couldn’t keep from staring at the powerful man making love to her.

“Wrap your legs around me, Ella.”

She did, and he went deeper. Her mouth hung open, wanton, watching in the mirror.

“See that?” he asked.

Barely. Ecstasy made her blind. “Yes.”

“That’s what I dreamt of.”

Her face shot to his, abandoning the mirror and their erotic show. Slowly, he turned to face her. In and out, long and slow, Bishop fucked her to the brink of insanity. Tears burned her eyelids. The impending orgasm tightened, but she didn’t want to come, because then this moment would be over. Two old lovers reconnecting.

“Oh…” She couldn’t help it. Knees pinching to his sides, fingernails raking his back, she cried, “Please.”

He pistoned, pumping short and harsh, grunting. His growling kisses bit her lips and clashed with her tongue.

Her sight slipped away as sparks exploded. “Bishop, God!”

Ella came, and he strained, coming with her. Bishop knotted a hand in her hair and wrapped the other around her in a hug that sent her flying higher than her climax. Together, they gasped and clung, lost in each other.

One by one, her muscles relaxed, and his hug loosened until they were a cuddling mass of arms and legs. His lips pressed to her temple. Her eyes fluttered as she realized that this was exactly how she wanted to go to sleep.

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