Page 986 of One More Kiss

It falls to the ground, and I run my hands over the muscled planes of his chest. He stills beneath my touch, still kneeling between my legs.

When he opens his eyes, I lose my breath.

My hands drift down to the waist of his jeans, and I pop the button. Before I can go any further though, he pulls back and sits on the edge of the bed to undo his boots. I take the time to remove my own shoes then start to pull down my leather pants.

“No.” He orders. “Those are mine.”

I stop. Drex gets up and removes the rest of his clothes to stand before me, all muscled man. My gaze drops down to his hard length, and my lips part. I’ve been with men before. A warlock I met during my time in Prague. A distraction as Drex had called it.

A way to soothe the ache.

But he was nothing compared to the man before me.

He reaches forward and pulls me to my feet then drops to his knees and grips the top of my pants. As he lowers them down, his lips trail over the freshly exposed skin. The throbbing between my legs grows near unbearable by the time he’s pulled the leggings from my body.

Hot breath fans over my center, and he grips my thighs, lifting my right leg and putting it over his shoulder.

I look down as he covers me with his mouth. Pleasure explodes through my body, my blood burning up with the heat of our passion. “Drex!” I call out as he continues tasting me—licking—sucking—devouring.

The leg holding me up gives out, and I tumble back, but he’s there, laying me back on the floor before I can fall.

Always keeping me safe.

He climbs between my legs, keeping the right one over his shoulder as he drives into me. I cry out, my body full of him, and he stills, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.

“Are you okay?”

“More than,” I say, meeting his gaze.

He pulls out then slams back into me. Over and over again, he drives into my body, faster, faster.

My orgasm hits me, every nerve in my body exploding simultaneously. I arch up, tightening my leg on him and reaching down to grip his ass with my left hand.

I want all of him. Every glorious inch of his body.

As another release builds, Drex pulls back and flips me over. He drives into me from behind, gripping my hips, and I cry out, the change in position flinging me over the edge of another orgasm. He slams into me faster, harder now. His fingers digging into my hips.

One final thrust and he’s gone, pulling out and rolling onto his back as he comes. He strokes himself, his release covering his abdomen.

My body spent, I lie next to him, my hand finding his free one. Threading my fingers through his, I close my eyes—and smile.

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