Page 50 of Donovan Blake: Passion

“Why can’t you believe you’re saying it?” she asked, shifting her gaze back to him.

“This—how we are—how I feel—it just doesn’t happen to me. But it has. I’m crazy about you. So did you mean it?”

“Every word,” she whispered.

He stared at her for a brief moment, then suddenly his lips were on hers crushing her mouth. The kiss seemed never-ending, until they finally broke apart and made their way to the bank. As they climbed onto the Lake House porch, he took her hand, led her inside, then across to a door he guessed was a bedroom.

He was right.

As they fell on the bed he rolled her on her back, rested his weight on top of her and hungrily consumed her breasts. She sighed and whimpered until he placed his hardness against her entrance and thrust into her channel. Fiercely pumping, he evoked loud cries, then abruptly slowed and sucked her neck, making her softly moan.

“I should spank you…hard,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear.

“Why?” she panted, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“You’re way too gorgeous. Too sexy. Too smart. Too everything. But right now all I want to do is devour your body and hear you scream when you come.”

“Ohh…that turns me on so much.”

“Yeah, I know,” he grunted, raising himself up to clutch her breasts as he pumped. “But you’ll only climax when I say.”

“That did too…”

“You love my control.”

“Yes, yes.”

He suddenly stopped, but stayed buried inside her.

“You’re mine, Phoebe Beaumont, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That was the perfect answer, and now I’ll let you come. Are you ready?”

“I’m close,” she breathed. “Very close.”

“I’m going to count to ten, then you’ll give me your climax, is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir…oh…this is making me so hot….”

As he thrust with strong, slow strokes, he gripped her wrists, held them over her head and clasped them together with one hand. When he reached the number four, he returned his mouth to bite her nipples. At six he changed his angle, making sure his cock rubbed against her clit, then sensing she was at the edge he quickened his pace.

“Eight…are you ready for me?”

“God, yes.”

“Nine…are you sure?”

“Yes, please, please…”

“Ten. Give it to me, give it to me now!”

He wasn’t wearing a condom, and though he’d planned to pull out her explosive orgasm hurtled him forward and he erupted. There was no control, no sense of when it would end. Groans rose up from deep inside him, and his body shook as if in the grips of an electric shock. Then suddenly the spasms waned…and it was over.

Feeling weak and totally drained he slipped from her depths and collapsed beside her. Their coupling had been blindingly powerful…almost spiritual…and when her limbs wrapped around him and she let out a heavy sigh, he felt strangely complete.

“Donovan, what was that?”

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