Page 20 of His Wild Desire

There's something so intoxicating about having Emma here, in the heart of my world. Our contrasting lives have collided in a glorious explosion of passion and understanding, forging something new and wonderful and wholly irresistible.

I gaze up at her warmly. "What else do you want?"

She takes my face in her hands. "You know what else I want."

My hands fist the fabric of her dress at her hips, exposing her creamy thighs where they nestle against my jeans. "I want to hear you say it," I rumble, my voice throaty with the sudden arousal.

Emma's breath hitches as my calloused palms glide along the silken expanse of her thighs, inching the soft fabric of her dress higher. "I want you, hoss," she murmurs.

A low growl rumbles from somewhere deep in my chest as I haul her more firmly against me, reveling in the exquisite friction of her body atop mine. "You've got me, princess."

My hands grip Emma's hips as our kisses grow fevered and desperate. Her nimble fingers work at the buttons of my shirt, pushing the fabric aside to trail blazing paths along the hard planes of my chest.

Unable to resist it anymore, I make quick work of shucking her dress over her head, leaving her glorious curves on full display, clad only in scraps of lace and cotton that do little to conceal her arousal.

"Christ, you're beautiful," I rasp, drinking in the sight of her with reverent appreciation as my hands roam the silken expanses of her ass and hips and thighs.

Emma smirks, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leans in to trail open-mouthed kisses along the corded column of my throat. Tangling my fingers in her chestnut tresses, I guide her lips back to mine for another drugging kiss.

Impatient hands and seeking mouths soon render the last of our clothes an afterthought, tossed haphazardly aside. Emma lets out a soft, keening whine as I palm her ample breasts, rolling her nipples into stiff peaks between my fingers.

"Caleb, please..." she pants, her hips grinding against mine.

Growling against the tender hollow of her throat, I reverse our positions in one fluid motion, pinning her beneath me on the worn leather cushions. Emma's eyes blaze with unbridled hunger as I trail a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the valley between her breasts and along her stomach.

She writhes and whimpers as my lips and tongue worship every dip and swell, until finally, I'm nestled between her thighs. This position has become second nature to me over the last few weeks since we reunited. There’s nothing I love more than making her scream.

"You're so damn perfect," I rumble, dragging my teeth along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

My fingers grip her thighs, spreading her wider for me as I gaze up at her. Emma's chest heaves, her nipples pebbled and begging for attention.

"I want you to touch yourself, Emma," I say, my voice rough with desire. "I want to watch you play with those perfect tits while I make you come."

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but the way her pupils dilate tells me she's into it. She hesitates for a moment, then slowly brings her hands up to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them gently.

I dip my head back between her thighs, my tongue pressing against her clit as I watch her pinch and roll her nipples between her fingers.

"Oh, fuck, Caleb," she moans, her hips grinding against my face. "That feels so good."

I chuckle, the sound low and primal, before I let my tongue trace a slow, agonizing path along her slit. She tastes sweet and intoxicating, and I can't get enough. My tongue flicks and swirls around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm and moan.

"Caleb, oh God, don't stop," she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper.

I have no intention of stopping. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot, and she gasps, her body already convulsing around me as she teeters on the brink.

"I want to hear you, Emma," I say, my voice muffled against her pussy. "I want to hear you scream my name as you come."

She whimpers, her fingers working her nipples harder as I suck and flick her clit with my tongue. And then, with a cry that echoes through the room, she comes, her body spasming and trembling as she shatters beneath me.

I lap at her, savoring every last drop, until she collapses against the cushions, boneless and spent.

But I'm not done with her yet.

Rising over her with a predatory gleam, I drink in the vision of her sprawled out before me—tousled hair fanned across the cushions, skin glowing with a fine sheen of perspiration, and lips parted on harsh pants. So damn beautiful, inside and out.

"Caleb..." The ragged plea in her voice is my undoing.

I grip her thighs, spreading her wider for me as I position myself at her entrance. She's so wet and ready for me, and I can't wait a second longer to be inside her. With a low, possessive growl, I sheath myself in one powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt in her welcoming heat as she cries out.

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