Page 113 of Fall Into Temptation
Eva hissed. She was rainforest wet, slick and hot and ready for him. And she’d gotten that way by touching him, tasting him. He growled. Using his shoulders, he braced her knees apart so she was spread before him. Donovan lifted her higher so he could feed. He sampled her flesh, teasing and tasting. Using his tongue to make her writhe against him on the table.
He plunged into her, using shallow thrusts of his tongue to make her say his name over and over again. Then, when he felt her coiling around him, he sheathed two fingers into her and brushed his lips and tongue over that tight bundle of nerves.
Every muscle in her body tightened and froze. Her breath stilled as she went stiff as a board, and then those beautiful tremors exploded, closing around the fingers he crooked inside her.
“Yes, Eva. My beautiful girl.” He breathed the words against her, licking at her with measured strokes as she trembled beneath him.
He ached for her. His cock throbbed as if he hadn’t had an axis-shifting orgasm minutes ago. It was never enough. He always wanted more from her, with her.
She was loose and limp in front of him, a secret smile of satisfaction blooming on her beautiful face.
“Do you want more, Eva?” he asked, his voice gravelly with desire.
She opened those hazel eyes slowly, smiled lazily, and nodded.
“Tell me.” He stroked his palms over the smooth skin of her stomach.
“I want to feel you inside me. I want you to ride me here until we use each other up.” Her whispered confession had his head spinning.
He was wild when he stood, rough when he yanked her to him. She stared greedily at his cock splayed across her belly as he lowered himself to take her mouth with his.
“Donovan,” she moaned under his lips.
“I love it when you beg me, Eva. You’re better than every fantasy.” He stroked eager hands over the lush curves of her breasts, pausing to nuzzle at the peaks.
She bucked her hips against him. “I want you so much it hurts,” she confessed.
“Now you know how I’ve felt since I first saw you.”
Waiting was torture, but he wanted—needed—this to last. Fisting his erection he stroked, priming himself.
“Jesus, Cardona. Hurry the hell up,” Eva demanded, her voice ragged.
He couldn’t say no to that. Notching the broad head of his cock against her opening, he hinged forward to grip her chin. He wanted Eva to watch him take her. Watch what being inside her did to him.
With every ounce of control he had left, he eased into her until he was fully sheathed inside her. Their gazes connected, held, and Donovan swore he could see her thoughts. “You’re mine, Eva. You can’t feel this and question it.” It was truth, plain and simple. There would be a ring, and a home, a family, and a lifetime of nights just like this one.
She tightened around him, a velvet vice, as her body reacted to his words. “Donovan! I’m—” Her words cut off, and he felt her shatter around him, her orgasm taking them both by surprise. She bowed up as her body ran with the release. It nearly carried him with it, those tremors milking him as he stroked in and out of her. But he held on, gritting his teeth.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, baby.”
“I need you closer,” she murmured, reaching for him.
Donovan rested a knee on the table and leaned over her. The change in angle brought a gasp to her lips. Eva brought her hands to his face, her soft palms rubbing across the stubble on his jaw.
It was exquisite torture taking his time. She stared into him, her full lips parted as he began to move. Slowly, slowly, he eased out of her before sliding back in to the hilt. It wasn’t a race. They had a lifetime ahead of them. He stared down at her, this spectacular creature naked in the candlelight, her eyes glassy with desire.
She moved her hands to his shoulders and dug in with her fingernails. He liked it, that little bite of pain. It made him impossibly harder, and he knew when he came, he might die.
“Say the words, Eva.” He gritted out his demand.
“I love you, Donovan! I love you!” She chanted it over and over again. Every thrust. He couldn’t keep it slow, not with his orgasm building. He was getting rougher, and Eva liked it.
“I need you to come again, baby.”
“I don’t know if I—”
He shifted, slamming his cock into her. Her eyes glazed over.
