Page 79 of With this Ring

Crying out, she let go. Her supple body undulated as the waves of pleasure crashed into her.

Sasha’s knees began to buckle.

He reacted so he could use both hands to support her, holding her upright. And the change in angle was enough to send him over the edge.

His cock pulsed, and he grunted as he came, filling the condom, wishing like hell there was no barrier between them.

As the last of the orgasm ripped through him, he slowed his thrusts, holding her lightly, giving his support as they both regained control. Their breaths synched, as if they were one. He never wanted to let her go.

Carefully, he pulled out and swept her up into his arms. After placing her weightless, trembling body on the couch, he draped a blanket over her.

Blinking slowly, she met his eyes.

Even though neither spoke, the emotional weight of the world seemed to hang between them.

They’d shared something special. And probably there were no words to describe it.

After tucking a strand of her wayward hair behind her ear, he headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

With a warm washcloth, he returned to her, bathed her swollen pussy. Then he sat next to her and gathered her into his arms.

Without a protest, she curled into him, her head on his shoulder, her hair spilling down his chest, and for a moment of peace, the world around them didn’t exist. Her tiny, contented sigh vibrated against him, and something fierce and possessive surged through him. She fit perfectly against him. Like she belonged here. Like she’dalwaysbelonged here.

“You doing okay?”

With a soft yawn, she pushed herself away from his body and looked up at him, her eyes soft and vulnerable. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah?” he asked. Sasha had to be feeling what he was. Didn’t she?

“That was…” Smiling, she laid her head back down. “Wow.”

Masculine pride shot through him.

He’d pleased his woman.

Was there any better feeling?

“Wow?” he repeated. “Not too much?” He’d pushed her a little harder than he’d originally planned, but once he’d seen the way she reacted to him, his baser urges had taken over. The sight of tiny red marks against her creamy skin drove him mad.

“Honestly? It was perfect.”

“Oh?”

“In fact, I’m…” She swallowed deeply. “Curious about some of the things I saw at the Den.”

Are you?“Go on.”

She kept herself hidden from him. Hiding her vulnerability?

“I might be ready to—”

“To?” he prompted.

When she didn’t respond, he gently captured her chin and tipped her head back so he could meet her eyes. “What is it you want, Sasha?”

Chapter Thirteen

“Do you want me to take you to the Den?”