Page 90 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bride

He starts a slow rhythm of long, deep strokes that are sure to build my orgasm. It’s sweet, almost reverent, the way his hands brush across my exposed skin like he’s memorizing every inch of me, as if he’ll never see it again.

I reach up and lay my hand over his heart, the rapid thudding proof that he’s just as worked up as I am, barely restraining his desire to take things harder and faster.

Knowing what he’s pent up all these years, the conflict he’s had within himself over his actions and what happened to him, makes tears well in my eyes again.

He needs to let it go, needs to let himself go, needs to forgive himself before we set foot in that boardroom and expose his family’s darkest secrets.

“Harder.” The word hangs between us, and his thrusts falter slightly as he contemplates my request. “I won’t break, Silas. Harder.”

He issues a low growl, then drops back down onto me to press his lips to mine again. As his hips increase their pace, our bodies slam against each other, his cock bottoming out deep inside me in the place no one else has ever reached.

My clit throbs, his pelvis grinding against it with each downward drive, and I roll mine to meet his faster and faster as our desperation reaches that frantic point.

He kisses me like he’s trying to suck my soul straight from my body, and I’m more than willing to let him take it. I match his fervent movements, and when he drags his head back, the look in his eyes makes me grasp his face in my palms and hold him there before he can glance away.

“We’ll figure it out.”

Why did I tell him that when I don’t even know what I’m talking about?

The board meeting, his uncle, us…

All the above?

I just know he needs the reassurance, the promise that I’m not going anywhere. He needs someone to be in his corner, to fight with him, to remind him of how strong he is.

He squeezes his eyes closed and leans into my touch, his hips pumping wildly now as the low heat builds between my legs again.

“Fuck.” I let my eyes close and feel every inch of him filling me, completing me in ways I never knew a man could.

His thrusts become erratic.

He’s close.

He’s holding back.

I clench around him on each retreat and open my eyes to watch him go primal.

His neck strained…

Head tossed back…

Long hair flowing down over his shoulders…

He looks so beautiful, his tattoos moving as if they were alive as his muscles ripple and strain with his restraint. My orgasm finally hits me, a sharp burst of heat and electricity sizzling through my body.

I gasp and cling to him, my hips meeting his erratic rhythm. He plunges into me again and again, gritting his teeth until he grows impossibly harder inside me and comes.

Knowing he’s found his release drags mine on as he keeps pumping into me even after he’s done, until he collapses on top of me, burying his face against my neck, his long, blond hair spilling out across my chest. I brush it back, running my fingers through the silky locks as our hearts thunder against each other.

His hot, warm breaths over my skin make goosebumps pebble over it, and I hold him against me, not caring that the man weighs twice as much as I do, making it hard for me to take a deep breath with his entire body aligning with mine because he needs this, the connection.

He needs me.

I clench around his still-hard cock buried in me, and he quivers. He rolls to the side, taking me with him, then pushes my hair out of my face. I open my eyes and find him staring at me as if I’m something he’s never seen before.

“You know, I don’t deserve you, Lyla.”

An ache forms in the center of my chest, hearing those words out of his mouth. I hate that he thinks he doesn’t deserve to be happy. “Yes, you do. You deserve the world, Silas. And once we’re done with all this, you can have it.”

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