Page 98 of Pride: The Rogue
Please.
“Yes,” she said, raggedly. “I want it more than anything.”
Impossible, love.
He slid himself inch by agonizing inch, stretching her until, at last, he’d fully seated himself.
It took the will of Zeus, but somehow, Latimer kept himself from the crazed hungering to fuck her senseless.
Sweat slicked his brow.
Having had a taste of Livian and her innocence, Latimer discovered the temptation that’d leave a man to betray his friends, partners, business goals and aspirations.
“Does it hurt, love?” he asked, his voice as graveled as broken glass.
“N-No.” Livian’s lashes fluttered; the captivating blue pools of her eyes reflected back his own savage desire. “It feels…so good.” Her expression grew shy. “Youfeel so good inside me.”
Christ. She was going to kill him.
Then, he began to move. To allow her to adjust to the size and feel of him, Latimer went slowly, at first. But with every deep, languid glide, the tension melted from Livian’s slender, lithesome body.
Folding her arms about him, she held tight. With ever downward thrust of Latimer’s hips, she lifted hers in eager welcome.
“You feel so good, love,” he panted.
Keeping his weight resting on his elbows, he slowly drove himself into Livian’s welcoming entrance, taking it slow—taking her slow.
With Livian’s eyes closed, her brow scrunched up, and ragged breaths sputtering from her damp, crimson lips made fuller by his mouth, she looked adorably engrossed in the pleasure she found.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Her long, golden eyelashes fluttered and lifted.
“I want you to watch me as I make—”love to you.He recoiled inside. Where the hell had that come from? “You come. I want to see the exact moment I touch you so high and deep, you reach your climax.”
Latimer found his own hungering reflected back in Livian’s glazed eyes.
She gave a juddering nod.
As one, they began to again move together, their bodies in synchronic harmony, found the rhythm as old as time.
Her channel gripped his cock, tighter than any leather glove he’d had on his fingers. Her cunny pulsed around him.
She’s so close.
I’mso close.
Gripping Livian’s hips hard, he pushed himself deep within, giving her as much as she could take, and then withdrawing.
Mindless, he rocked himself inside the only place he wanted to be, over and over, and Livian, clever Aphrodite that she was, not only learned but mastered the movements to meet Latimer passion for passion.
His balls drew up so tight, he gritted his teeth.
All the while, Latimer pumped himself inside of her, he kept his gaze fixed on Livian’s flushed face. Her creamy, flawless cheeks glistened with the natural sheen of her body’s exertions.
The soft way her lashes rested upon her cheeks gave her the look of Sleeping Beauty, but juxtaposed against tensed, strained, fragile features bespoke a woman so very close to climaxing.
His pulse throbbed within her channel. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself deeper, and she took all of him, not only without complaint but with a keening moan of encouragement.
