Or maybe he was just begging me to look to the depths of him.
In that moment, everything went electric, that current lashing and zapping in the air.
Then he consumed me with one dominating thrust.
A thrust that shocked the air from my lungs and sent it scattering somewhere in the vicinity of my heart. My heart I could feel shattering. Shattering with emotion.
With need and affection and this feeling that was rising to obliterate all else.
The same annihilated heart that struggled to keep up with the battering crash of his.
He went back to holding me behind the knee.
He watched down on me while he dominated my body.
Eyes raking my flesh. My face. My breasts. Where we were joined.
Again and again.
As if he couldn’t get enough. As if he never wanted it to end.
His body glistened with sweat as he worked over me. Muscles bowing.
His fucks deep.
Passionate.
Whole.
Pleasure glowed. Bright white flames.
He was looking at me as if I weren’t real.
As if I were a fantasy.
Something he could never deserve or hold or keep.
When he’d already won every part of me.
Body and mind and quivering soul.
He shuddered through a frantic swallow, barely hanging on. “Fuck...baby...Ryn. Baby. You are a fucking miracle. No woman should feel this good. Fuck...I don’t know if I can hold back.”
“Then don’t.”
“Shit. You are so fuckin’ sweet. So goddamned sweet.” And I loved the grin that quirked at the side of that mouth. That mouth that was descending on mine, his hand on my neck. He kissed me until my head spun then he edged all the way back onto his knees and grabbed me by the waist.
He lifted my hips in the air.
My body arched.
All spread out.
My hands fisted in the sheets. I held on while Rex Gunner let go.
His control gone. The man driving to the depths of me. Where bliss spun and tightened and burned.
Gasps shocked from my mouth.
