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Just when she thought she couldn’t take the torture any longer, he took a peak into his mouth and released her wrists to slide his hands down the curves of her inflamed body as he suckled, giving her the pleasure she so craved, a pleasure she’d never even known she could feel until she’d fallen hedonistically into Alexis’s bed and he’d shown her just how exquisite pleasure could be.
Moving his attention to her other sensitised breast, his fingers trailed over her stomach and then slipped between her legs.
There was a moment of delicious anticipation where she stopped breathing entirely, a faint groan from his throat as he cupped her heat and then he slid a finger inside her and she couldn’t hear anything above the roar in her ears.
It was as though she were caught in a fever with his mouth moving relentlessly over her breasts and his fingers sliding in and out of her until, as if he really had been teasing her, he found the centre of where she throbbed unmercifully and, with barely any pressure from his thumb, she erupted, crying out, her hands flailing as her climax took her to the dimension only Alexis could carry her to.
The waves of her climax hadn’t even begun to subside when he snaked his way back up her throat to kiss her, reigniting her passion with little more than his taste.
Mouths fused together all over again, she raised her hips and writhed, desperately seeking his full possession, barely felt him capturing her wrists again and pressing them at the side of her head until he broke the fusion of their lips.
Opening her eyes, she found his hooded gaze boring down on her, his breathing heavy.
‘Tell me you’re mine,’ he demanded roughly.
Her throat caught.
He brought his face right to hers so the tips of their noses touched. His arousal was pressing where she most needed it to be but no matter how much she strained her pelvis in a silent plea for him to justtake her, his stare continued to uncompromisingly drill into her. ‘Say it. Say it, Lydia. Tell me you’re mine.’
In such a fevered state she’d have said anything, promised anything if he would only justtake her, she parted her lips. ‘I…’ And then her words cut away as she found herself trapped in his stare, not just trapped in it but carried into it, like an invisible piece of herself had dislodged and transferred into his possession.
She lifted her head and pressed her mouth to his. Eyes still locked together, she whispered, ‘I’m yours, Alexis.’
There was a long moment of stillness before he expelled a long groan into her mouth, and then buried himself deep, deep inside her.
Lydia had carried the sensation of his lovemaking all these long months but time must have diminished it becausethis…
His hot, demanding tongue danced into her mouth and she was lost.
Closing her eyes, she returned his kisses with the same passionate intensity, holding him tightly as she spread her legs even wider and submitted herself to the magic of his lovemaking.
Alexis could hardly hold on. All these months he’d carried their lovemaking in his head but memory had nothing on reality and now he was an electrified coil straining against release, but,Theos, the sensation…
She was close to the edge. He could feel it, the delicious tension coiling through her body, the heightened colour on her cheeks when she flung her head back, the tightness of her fingers when they gripped hold of his biceps, the straining sinews of her delicate neck, the growing thickness around his arousal as he drove in and out of her…and then her eyes flew open.
With her lips parted and her hazel stare locked onto his in wonder, the contractions of her release pulled him deeper and deeper until he was thrusting into her with all his frenzied power and his own coil snapped and he came with a load roar of her name.
CHAPTER SEVEN
EVEN THOUGH HE’Dpropped himself onto an elbow to stop Lydia having to take the full brunt of his weight, a sneaking fear that he could still hurt her and the baby propelled Alexis to move off her. He was still trying to catch his breath. Could still feel the tremors of her body. Hell, he could still feel the tremors ofhisbody.
Rolling onto his back, he hooked an arm beneath her and drew her to him.
There was the slightest resistance before she rested her head on his chest and curled into him. Sweat glistened off both their bodies.
He held her tightly and closed his eyes. His thoughts were fragmented, his emotions shot.
‘I can hear your heartbeats,’ she whispered into the silence.
Cupping her neck, he burrowed his fingers into her hair. ‘I can feel yours.’ An erratic thud right beneath where her soft breasts were pressing into him, and his loins twitched in response.Theos, he could hardly believe fresh arousal was already snaking its way through him… No, he could believe it. Believe it because he’d already lived it, that one hedonistic weekend where unashamed raw desire had ballooned into a passion that had blown his mind.
A need to justlookat her had him gently manipulating her onto her back and stretching himself over her.
Being careful not to press too much of his weight on her, he soaked in the beautiful face and then pressed a light kiss to the lips swollen from the passion of their lovemaking. ‘Are you okay?’
Hazel eyes holding his, she gave the tiniest smile and nodded, and rested her hand at the nape of his neck.
He kissed her again. ‘Are you hungry?’
