Page 13 of His Stormy Seduction

"So responsive," I rasp against the swell of her breast. "And so goddamn sexy when you let me take care of you..."

She's already a boneless, whimpering mess by the time I finally circle her clit with firm strokes. Bonnie throws her head back, her hands clutching her breasts as she shudders and writhes. The tight sheath of her inner muscles clenches around my thrusting fingers, her release already dangling just out of reach.

But I'm nowhere near done with her.

Withdrawing my hand, I drink in the sight of her for one long, smoldering moment—the disheveled golden curls, the slick sheen of perspiration coating that flawless skin, the desperate, needy arch of her body as she silently begs for more. Perfection.

"Look at me," I rumble, the command laced with gravel.

Those chocolate eyes blink open, dark and glazed with naked yearning. The expression on Bonnie's face is pure sin—cheeks flushed, lips parted in shallow, panting breaths as she waits with exquisite restraint for my next order.

Reaching between us, I fist my aching cock in one calloused palm, watching her pupils blow wider as I slowly stroke the rigid length from base to tip. Her throat works convulsively as I smear the pearly bead of moisture gathering at the engorged crown through her slick, wet heat, pausing at her entrance.

"Tell me what you want," I rumble, the words a searing caress in the thick air between us. "Say it, and it's yours.”

Her lips part on a trembling exhale. “Fuck me, Garrett.”

That's all the encouragement I need to finally thrust upward and sheathe myself inside of her. We both groan in unison at the feeling of that scalding friction. Bonnie falls forward as I bottom out, her lips against my throat. The sensation has me snarling, every instinct roaring to consume this woman in a frenzy of devouring thrusts and scorched kisses.

But I hold myself in an iron check, determined to take my time and make this last as long as possible. I want Bonnie utterly shattered and incoherent with pleasure by the time this is through.

Setting a torturously languid rhythm, I rock into her in long, rolling undulations, each withdraw almost pulling me fully free of her before surging back home in one sinuous grind. Bonnie whimpers and writhes atop me, those lush hips rocking in a desperate counterpoint, silently pleading for more.

"Garrett..." Bonne breathes against my ear, spurring me on even as I fight to maintain that torturous control. "Oh god... don't stop..."

"I have no intention of stopping," I grit out, the words a low, feral growl against the damp hollow of her throat.

Her only answer is a broken, keening whimper as I shift my angle, driving deeper with each rolling grind.

My hand fists in her hair, dragging Bonnie's head back to expose the elegant arch of her throat as I mouth a scorching path along her pulse. Her back arches in ecstasy, her knees squeezing my hips as I pick up the tempo to something just shy of punishing.

"You feel so goddamn perfect like this," I growl, laving one of her nipples with rough flicks of my tongue. "Wrapped so tight around me..."

Bonnie's head thrashes, those wild blonde curls dampening with sweat as she rides the relentless tide of sensation. Her eyes are screwed shut, full lips bitten nearly crimson as she spirals ever higher toward that blinding peak.

I can feel her climax gathering, her body coiling like a loaded spring with each driving stroke. I slow my thrusts to deep, rolling grinds, determined to prolong this sweet agony for as long as possible.

"Open your eyes," I rumble against the damp curve of her shoulder, my voice a heated rasp.

Bonnie's lashes flutter partway open, those dark depths simmering with lust. Her lips part, chest heaving as she struggles to meet my searing gaze.

The connection is like an exposed live wire between us, the air practically crackling with the current. I watch in rapt fascination as the pleasure finally overwhelms her, that perfect rosebud mouth dropping open on a breathless cry.

Bonnie's spine arches as her orgasm finally shatters her, those velvet inner walls fluttering wildly around my straining length. I groan deep in my chest, every muscle straining as I fight to hold back my own release, determined to ride out each exquisite pulse and spasm wracking her body.

By the time the last shudders have faded, leaving Bonnie a boneless, trembling wreck atop me, I'm wound tighter than a compressed spring. Every nerve in my body feels like it's been flayed and set ablaze with pure, raging need.

Rolling us suddenly, I settle my weight atop her in the narrow confines of our rocky den. My hands trace a blazing path down the elegant slopes of her throat, over the generous swells of her breasts.

"So fucking gorgeous," I murmur in a voice gone rough with hunger, watching the way her skin prickles with awareness under my caresses.

Rising up on my knees in one fluid motion, I hook her legs over my forearms before sheathing myself to the hilt again.

This time, I don't hold back.

Bonnie cries out, those lush legs locking around my hips as I unleash every ounce of pent-up hunger into each punishing thrust. There's nothing gentle or restrained in my rhythm now—just primal, scorching possession as I claim her over and over again with searing, devouring strokes.

She takes everything I give her and matches me with that same fierce intensity, nails raking delicious lines down my arms, hips tilting to meet each merciless surge. The sounds we make are animalistic—growls and gasps, flesh meeting flesh in a filthy cadence.

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