Page 167 of The Defiant Curse

Before she could reply, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, he rolled, reversing their positions.

As she lay on her back, he grabbed a handful of flowers, specifically their petals, and sprinkled them across her pale flesh.

“I like my woman decorated in flowers,” he admitted. “They aren’t as beautiful as she is, but I still love seeing you in a field of flowers.”

Her heart hitched.

“I don’t want men giving my wife flowers. That’s something reserved for me,” he stated. “Mine,” he said, adding that because he meant it.

Oh, he’d share with Callen and Chris—and even Gene, but the bottom line was this.

She was taken.

“My turn,” he whispered, sliding down her body to the junction between her thighs.

There, he found what he craved.

That sweetness.

Hungrily, Ethan dove in, pillaging and stealing all he could from her. Oh, he was definitely not holding back.

Blackhawk wanted her.

Desperately.

It had him by the balls, and that need for her never ended.

As Elizabeth held on, burying her hands in his dark hair, Ethan held nothing back.

His mouth took what he wanted, giving her so much pleasure.

Just the taste of his wife made him forget about anything but that perfect moment in Scotland.

Just.

Them.

“Ethan!” she shouted as he did something with the tip of his tongue and her piercing to make her absolutely insane.

And he kept driving her wild, enjoying her gasps of pleasure and his name on her lips.

When he tugged at the jewelry piercing her clit, that was all it took. Elizabeth fell into orgasm and was helpless to stop it.

The colors exploded.

The pleasure took her under.

The whole time, Elizabeth let it consume her.

Enjoying the feeling, she floated in the pleasure. When she opened her eyes, Ethan was doing exactly what she’d done.

He was staring down at her, and in his eyes, she saw the love he felt for her.

“I won’t be me without you,” he admitted.

Oh, she knew that feeling.

They were bound together by healing and finding each other when they needed to the most.